location: a quaint little coffee shop by central park. time: somewhere after 1:30pm who: @melissahirsch
------HE LIKED TO come here on his breaks - the short time away from work where he didn’t have to be surrounded by coworkers that might interrupt a moment’s peace with questions or reminders. they’d done it to him more often than not, really. and it was just a short walk away ... enough for jesse to snag his jacket and let the receptionist ( she was very cute, thank you ) know he would be back in half an hour.
he had a usual table, the barista knew him, and he usually read up on various forums that had his interest or attention in this time. it was peaceful, it was relaxing - a little reset button, especially if he had a rough day. and with all of the suits and fancy dress on this side of manhattan he wasn’t even out of place - not by a long shot. it was chance that had his eyes flickering up at the familiar profile, as if some invisible person perked his ear and went well, look who it is.
business had acquainted them years ago, then the short promise of a maybe that had danced thereafter until they fell out of touch. last he heard she was married, happy ---good for her, and he meant it. the sincerely crept onto his features in a pleasant smile as he called just loud-enough for her to hear over the soft murmur of the café, “ melissa? ”