Rues of Roo

Walking through the harsh winter wind and rain with someone holding you close, through all those layers you still feel her love. You laugh together as you try to open your umbrella to shield her from the rain and it blows away while you haplessly try to run after it. So you take shelter in the doorway of a closed shop and you stare into those deep brown eyes of hers, her smile meeting yours.

And then you spot the only light coming from along the street, it’s across the road but you make a run for it anyway. You push the door open, ringing the brass bell that hangs from the ceiling and you’re met with the talk of the people inside, the hustle and bustle of the waiters. As you enter you remove your wet coats and you feel the warmth of the café steaming up your glasses which you take off and place on the plain wooden table that is set before you. You pull back her chair for her to sit in as the waiter takes your coats away.

Your hands are red and numb from the cold, but it doesn’t stop you from reaching across the table to hold her hands in yours. You order a cappuccino for yourself, and a latte for her, and maybe a tiramisu for the two of you to share. You hardly notice the talk of the crowd around you, and you both share a moment of silence as you grin immaturely at her while she smiles sweetly back.