Brewing affinity at Barista lavazza

Brewing Affinity at Barista Lavazza
 

The stodgy wooden table and chairs at the hushed corner of Barista had witnessed farragoes of unfathomed brewing liaisons. 

Doleful, disconsolate, exuberant, peppy and glum.

Cozy corner was confab of every genre of babbles so far. Intrigued talks to business alliances, the discussions had always lead to corroborative propinquities but today something unanticipated was destined.

Two middle-aged people of opposite gender occupied the chairs. The comfort in their conversation was somber. He was talking just to kill time and she was trying to capture every second spent. Disquietude and uneasiness was boggling her. He was rest assured of thoughts but was sitting for nothing with her.

Suddenly the quietude was rippled as the aromatic brewed coffee and virgin mojito graced the table. They sipped beverage from their cups. Nebulous thoughts pricked her mind. She asked him if they would see each other ever again. His expressions weaved an opus of sapience.

“No.”

She was in ecstatic pain as he hid violent laughter. It felt it would take her an eon to get over that one moment.

Milieu was overtaken with strange vibes, which the chairs of Barista had never felt! Usually people visited here to reaffirm and strengthen their bonds. But it seemed a liberation of thoughts for one and seeping into melancholic trench for the other. Every sip left was infringing her soul and placating his ego. She seeked an implausible explanation from him in her thoughts. Suddenly everything had sunk into an eerie silence. This revelation couldn’t have been fury as there was no scope for it. Haste and illusions were overpowered by reality. They got up and parted ways never to meet again.

Chairs heard the strangers saunter.