The
ring sat on the table between the two of them. Caught in a patch of sunlight
that streamed through the café window, it cast tiny green patterns across the
bleached wood.
The
smell of strong coffee and old books, two scents that both of them had once
agreed were the epitome of comfort, was now slightly spoiled by the tension
that was brewing at their corner table, beside the window.
The passers-by couldn’t have known that when they
curiously glanced in through the café’s street level windows, they were
witnessing two lives caught in a crucial moment. They only saw a pretty girl
with black locks masking her eyes and a clean shaven man staring nervously at
the mug in his hands.