Coffee Crossed

It wasn’t expected or planned, the definition of chance. How could I have known today would be a day I would remember for the rest of my life. It started like any other. Coffee from Starbucks, which I would have drank before reaching my office, but not today. Today he ran into my shoulder and that nectar of the gods splashed all over both of us.

“I’m so sorry.” His deep blue eyes met mine and sparks flew.

“It’s just coffee.”

“Starbucks isn’t just coffee.”

“I know, right?”

“Hi, my name is Carl.”

My life will never be the same.


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Week # Prompt: 7
Write about a chance encounter.