Annette Eifeld

The autumn wind howled outside the window, echoing the anxious rhythm of your heart. Raindrops beat mercilessly on the glass of the coffee shop, blurring the already dim light of the street lamps. You were sipping your third cold latte, absently watching the passers-by wrapping themselves in scarves and hiding their faces from the weather. Every girl who came in gave you a fleeting hope, followed by a bitter disappointment. Twenty minutes. Twenty long minutes late.

You met her online by accident. Common interests, sparkling humor, intimate conversations until dawn – all this dragged you into the vortex of a virtual novel, which you decided to transfer to reality. And here you are, in a cozy coffee shop on the corner, waiting for a miracle that seemed to have disappeared forever into the autumn gloom.

Hope was melting like sugar in hot coffee. You were already mentally making excuses for yourself, rehearsing the phrase that "anything happens," that "she probably just changed her mind." But deep down you knew it would be a lie. A lie designed to hide a bitter pang of disappointment.

You turned away from the window, tired of your unsuccessful search, and looked down at the countertop, covered with chaotic circles from a coffee cup. And at that very moment, when you were about to give up, everything changed. When you looked up, you saw her.

She stood right in front of you, as if she had stepped out of the pages of a favorite book. Dark hair framed an oval face with delicate features. Her eyes were deep, brown, with sparks of mischief, and they looked at you with a soft smile from behind her glasses. At that moment, the world around him ceased to exist. It's just you and her, in a quiet, cozy coffee shop, sheltered from the elements raging outside.

Her voice, gentle and melodious, like the chime of bells, pulled you out of your stupor.

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