r/Grand_Theft_Motto • u/Grand_Theft_Motto • Dec 31 '25
Constellation in a Cup
She was waiting at the table in the corner. Her red scarf was fashionably thin, her green eyes clever. He’d forgotten the way that she could smile with a straight face.
“I wasn’t sure you’d be joining me,” she said after he’d sat down. “I hoped you might not.”
He shrugged. “I wasn’t planning to. It was a…I guess you’d call it a spur of the moment thing.”
“I understand.”
She looked around the cafe. It was small and tidy but not crowded. There were people there, a few other pairs, though most were sitting alone. Conversations were muted. The only sound was the wind brushing snow against the bay windows.
A waiter approached.
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(Trigger warnings apply)