• Romance

    Advent

    We met in a quaint coffee shop one quiet afternoon. The persistent sun shone through the oval window onto his table where he was reading a dog-eared P.G. Wodehouse. He was in his own world full of chuckles. As I dropped two sugar cubes into my flat white, he laughed deeply, dimples forming in his broad face. I stirred my coffee, and he laughed again, and again, until he glanced around, realising he was no longer in his own world full of chuckles, and spotted me. His dimpled cheeks reddened. I broke into an amused grin. We got to talking about Jeeves. Eventually, we made plans for a dinner date.…

  • Romance

    Blind Judgment

    I’m here, bang on time. He’s late. I’m keeping my composure, though. I’ve ordered myself a skinny flat white, found the cleanest seat I could, and have decided that this has worked out well for me. Yes. I haven’t had some me time in a while. I deserve it. I run a successful company. I don’t have time for childish games. If a man asks me to go out for a coffee with him, and I say, “fine”, I expect him to meet me on time. He doesn’t deserve me. A young waiter with a peculiarly shaped nose, too many freckles, and blushed cheeks strides over to me. “What do…