Because randomness is the way to go! ;)

New city, but the same old

New city, but the same old routine.
She thought it was fun, something to add spice to her otherwise dull life.
And you gotta admit, Starbucks was fun.
If only because she did that usual thing of hers where she asked to put her name down on the cup as ‘Primrose Everdeen’ and then shouted ‘I volunteer!’ when it was called out.

She did it all again and triumphantly took her place at her table for one.
(Well… the other chair would remain vacant for the indeterminate future. The empty café chair is quite a metaphor, isn’t it?)

She surreptitiously looked all around the café to see if there were any of her kind.

Nuh-huh!

No one was, apparently.

Aah! Never mind. She had gotten used to so much. She’d get used to this too.

*****

Starbucks was fun.
If only because he did that usual thing of his where he asked to put his name down on the cup as ‘Haymitch Abernathy’ and then shouted ‘I volunteer!’ when it was called out.

He did it all again and was about to take his place at his usual table for one when he heard someone call out “Peeta?”
He turned around.

This girl sitting across the café had stood up now and was walking towards him with an almost empty coffee cup.
She came close enough for him to read it and he uttered “Katniss?”

She placed her cup on the table (his table) and asked, “Okay?”

“Okay” he said.

“Oh my God!” she gasped.
Surely this couldn’t be happening?

“Don’t you mean French The Llama?” he tried.

He could see a hint of a smile playing on her lips, he couldn’t stop smiling himself.

“After all this time?” she asked, crossing her fingers behind her back and waiting for a response with baited breath.
This was it.
The deal maker (or breaker).

“Always.” he said. As if he wouldn’t.

At that, they simultaneously closed the distance between them and kissed as if life around them had ceased to exist.

But for them, it had just begun.

           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’ve written fiction before. But never something this short. So tell me what you think of it.

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Comments on: "New city, but the same old" (12)

  1. ….As they stepped back from each other, he looked at her doubtfully. “Isn’t this a little fast?”

    “Don’t you want to be a little adventurous? Brave?”

    “I don’t just want to be brave. I want to be brave, selfless, smart, honest, *and* kind.”

    “I can deal with that.”

    Haha! I just felt like adding that last one in. This was fun to read. I started anticipating the references 🙂

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  2. Someone Else said:

    This was… I can’t find the word.

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  3. Its fantastic!

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  4. WOW! I’m gonna fall short of words here! Just to let you know, I’m fangirling right now! 😉

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  5. 😀 That was just so wonderful!!!! I loved it, brought a huge grin to my face. Thank you for sharing this!!!!

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    • Thank YOU, actually!!!
      This was like my first attempt at short stories and I love you guys for appreciating it!
      This makes me so happy!!!!!! 😀

      I was happy dancing like crazy when I first published it and a lot of people told me they loved it! 😀 😀

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  6. […] 6. New city, but the same old (A fiction thingie I wrote, which does have a Potterhead- or two- in it) […]

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