The Coffee Shop - A Monologue

CAPTIONS GOES DOWN HERE .. 

its gonna be nothing worth hearing but , its something -

I was sitting at the coffee shop just beside the metro the last monday , sun was already down bustle was less chaotic to an extent or it was appearing so to me 

A cup of expresso before me in the 90s themed cafe ,

the wood felt old or it was made so to attract the geeks , dusk was already getting colder , the hot fumes of brewed espresso were jiggling up in bundles and there was me behind the cup close to a window staring at the cup with a constant undisturbed gaze 

The smell pouring over the tables the fumes raised to an extent and then just vanished , a figure which happen to be a person more specifically a lady coming towards me with a uniform pace 

Disengaged the chair and sat 

Her eyes were black like the coffee itself ,  5 minutes passed nd it was still as i ought to be          

- Coffee , i said.     

- No thanks , she replied with a haste in her voice.      

- u want my help , she argued.        

- beyond ur doings , i said staring the cup

A confusing halt then , then she broke the silence with 

- what ? she said.        

- Life , living , everything       

- i shall try she insisted      

A long pause again ...            

Hey !!!! , a distant sound an intriguing one it was the barista , we’re closing she shouted out , I emptied the cup took my book and went out.                   

~ What was it , was it a dialogue actually , maybe not.                  

~ IT WAS JUST MYSELF TALKING TO MYSELF ABOUT MYSELF  💕