Chapter I

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WALTZ, COFFEE AND THE CITY

Preface

It was so frustrating, he was the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes, and the last thought in my head when I went to bed. Even when I closed my eyes, my betraying mind filled my thoughts with his image giving my heart hope where it shouldn’t be. The only solution seemed to be to run away, to leave this place and pretend I never met him, get rid of all those memories I had treasured or pretend that everything was nothing but a dream from which I now have awakened. Truth is I was never able to forget him, and I still think of him.

From the beginning till the end this story has love imprint all over its chapters, pages, sentences, and words. You can perfectly perceive the passion felt in the author’s heart while every letter was typed, and yet this is not a love story because unlike stories with a heavenly romance this one does not have that perfect sequence of events that unrolls into a lovely and so easily decoded ending. This story, it’s different not because it overcomes reader’s expectations but because it shows what I think of love, what makes me have that thought and the limits I give to it. I used to think that every small detail of my daily life has a purpose that would, sooner or later, be understood. I used to tend to connect everything that happened to me to an unknown future, and as my head brings thoughts to my mind with the speed of light, I came up with thousands of possible answers. What is curious about this fact is that fate laughs at my thoughts and in reality there is an answer, of course, but none of my possibilities ever matches the real answer. Unfortunately I have argues with my heart that makes me dismiss my brain’s opinions, because my heart has something I can’t fight against without losing. No matter what I know, what I see, what I shout to myself. It’s what brings me happiness even when reality tries its best to rip my smile off my face. My heart always has hope.

It all started five years ago, when I met him.

MARCH 2010

It was almost closing time…

It was my junior year in college; we were already half way the spring semester, the trees were barely starting to blossom. It had been a rough winter and there were still mountains of snow on the sides of the road. I was working on a research paper for a class of General Studies; I had been working on it for three days but wasn’t finished yet. I needed a kick-ass intro that captured my professor’s attention and a great conclusion to have my A secured. I knew I would stay up all night and needed caffeine in my system, so I rushed to the coffee shop closest to the library. It was almost closing time so I ran as fast as I could. When I arrived, there was only one person waiting in line, he arrived minutes later but I didn’t hear him enter. I was wearing hot pink pants and my favorite yellow coat. He was standing behind me, but I still did not feel his presence, that was until he talked to me.

“Those are some really strong spring colors” I turned to him and saw him, he was watching me with those hazelnut eyes slightly obscured by his glasses.

“I love bright colors” I answered.

“Hi Amelie, same as usual?” Asked the barista. I had been going to that coffee shop since my freshman year, so he already knew me. His name was Santiago; he was an engineer major at a university nearby. He was working in that coffee shop to cover tuition costs.

“Yes, same as always, thanks”

“A medium latte and a strawberry cheesecake cupcake coming right over!”

I moved aside to wait for my order. He ordered a juice of fruits and vegetables, and then walked towards me.

“Planning on not sleeping tonight?”

“Yeah, I have a research paper due tomorrow at eight”

“Ah, those are the worst!”

“I know, what about you? Gonna sleep tonight?”

“Doubt it, I have a very important presentation tomorrow morning”

“What major?” I asked, though I could tell his response by how he was dressed: slacks, formal black coat, and I could see a tie between his collar.

“Business”

“That explains the outfit,” I laughed. He smiled and we continued talking.

His name was Gael, he had graduated in civil engineering at Oregon, but had moved to New York to get a master’s degree in business.

We took a study room in the library to talk while working. We talked for hours, the conversation felt so natural, from the very beginning we simply just clicked. He helped me proofreading my paper and I helped him improve his presentation. Then I noticed his smile, he had “the smile”, that smile that makes everything feel good, that contagious smile that you can’t stop thinking about, yes he had that smile.

The following morning I turned in my paper and I texted him asking about his presentation. He replied that it had been a success and that he owed it to me. That was the beginning.

 

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4 thoughts on “Chapter I

  1. Very nice, Sari. You have a solid, easy style, and this feels very real. I’ll let others know.
    Interestingly, while it’s hard to read with the background (my eyes aren’t what they used to be), the background nevertheless feels right. There’s a mood here that you’ve captured.

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