They make eye contact. She smiles. He pulls out an earbud and leans over. “Do you have a pen I could borrow?”
She shuffles through her bag and hands him one with the same smile. He returns it and thanks her.
“Hey, sorry to ask again. Could I borrow another pen?” he asks, pulling out an earbud.
“Sure,” she says. “No problem.”
They wave to each other when he walks in. She hands him a pen with a knowing smile, and he takes it.
She hands him his pen. He takes it with a smile. She gestures towards her ears, and he takes his earbuds out. “What are you listening to?” she asks.
“Singin’ in the Rain showtunes.”
“Really? Can I hear?”
He scoots his seat closer and gives her an earbud. They sit together in silence for a moment as they listen.
She hands him his pen, he hands her half of his earbuds. They listen for a while.
“Have you seen Endgame?” he asks.
“I’m not really much of a moviegoer,” she winces.
“Oh, got it. No problem.”
She is sitting in his seat when he gets there. “Somebody was in mine when I got here,” she explains, handing him his pen. He takes it and shrugs.
He hands her an earbud, and she puts it in her ear, but frowns. She takes it back out. “You gave me the wrong ear, let’s swap.”
He shrugs, avoiding her gaze. “The right earbud is busted, it doesn’t play anymore.”
“You know,” she starts, holding out the pen. “You can keep it. You obviously need it more than I do.”
“Well, I actually have a confession,” he replies. He takes out a pen of his own. He scribbles a quick note and hands it to her.
She blushes. “Tonight?”
“If you’re free.”
He walks in, and she hands him a box. He takes his earbuds out.
“Happy birthday!” she says.
“It’s not my birthday,” he replies, taking it.
“But it was. And it will be again.”
He opens it. It’s a new pair of earbuds.
They sit together for a while. She takes the last sip of her cup and frowns.
He looks up. “I have coffee at my place, you know. And it’s free.”
She considers it.
“I also have movies. Those are free too.”
“I do like free,” she says.
“I thought you might.”
The same Day 82. Before or after the first.
They make eye contact as he walks in. A curt smile and a subtle nod. He sits down next to her. The only free seat. They sit next to each other for a while but have not met. He thinks about saying something. About asking for a pen. But just as he plans to execute, she packs her things and leaves.
He sits there, pretending to be working, but gets nothing done. Next time, he thinks. Next time will be different.
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