Table for one

A Tiramisu latte

It takes so much of time to realise that how drastically things have changed and I need to change myself with the forced setup.

One day, I’m instinctively placing an order for two without thinking and believing that some routines and relations are too familiar to even disappear.

Then the world quietly goes in an eclipse and rearranges itself, and before I even know it, I’m learning to live within a setup I never chose.

I casually smiled and ordered, “One Tiramisu latte please.”

It came with a little tiramisu finger resting on the cup and for a brief moment, it felt like I hadn’t ordered for just one after all.

The world is so strange that it convinces you to find a company in the smallest gesture like a tiny piece of cake because there are so few people left to sit across with.

So I watched the coffee lose its warmth while the cafe was filled with conversations that obviously belonged to someone else.

And before the coffee could finish me, I finished it.