Romance · Slice of Life

Inexplicable

It was almost the worst day of my life.

My alarm didn’t go off for some inexplicable reason, so I woke up late. There was a traffic jam for some inexplicable reason, so I missed my pilates class. The barista got my order wrong for some inexplicable reason, so I was stuck with a hot drink instead of a frappe. The café was crowded for some inexplicable reason, so I was forced to take the only free table outside, where it was inexplicably warm. My ex left me for some inexplicable reason, so I was alone on a table for two.

But then he walked by, and for some inexplicable reason, my eyes were drawn. He looked awkward and shy, but he was a beautiful man, one of those types who didn’t realize how attractive he actually was.

Of course, I was suddenly self-conscious. Men had that effect on me; the gorgeous ones more so. And although I knew he didn’t even spare me a glance, I rummaged through my bag for a quick retouch.

I’d barely finished when I looked up to see him standing in front of me.

“Hi,” he greeted, very shyly. But his voice was a dreamy baritone. “May I share?”

I was staring at him dumbly, panicking because he actually said four words to me, so he gestured to the empty seat across the table. It still took me a few seconds to realize what he meant, and when I finally understood, I nodded a little too enthusiastically.

He smiled a disarming smile, and for some inexplicable reason, my day turned a whole lot brighter. “Sorry, I didn’t realize the place was already full.”

“It happens,” I managed, and I definitely didn’t mind, inexplicable as it was.

 


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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