oh how he wished he knew her name - ben x rey
She always sat in the corner. Was it because of the nearness to the outlet? Or did she like the leaning against the wall? Perhaps she did since she frequently changed her seated position; feet on the ground, one leg up, both legs up, legs crossed, feet a chair, the list was endless. Ben would never know, he could only stare and wonder.
No matter what day Ben came for coffee, she was there. Her drink half empty, sandwich or snack (it was different each day) wrapper crumpled up, laptop open, headphones on.
Distracted from his own work, Ben would find himself lost in her glow and warm aura.
Ben really could work from home. He has an office, good wifi, and coffeemaker. But the girl in the corner of the coffee shop had him coming back for more.
He was invested and intrigued by the girl who worked so intensely during her time at the establishment.
When she seemed discouraged, his heart faltered. When she looked satisfied with her work for the day, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At night, Ben dreamt about her. He created stories for her since he didnât know her real one.
In his dreams, her name was Daisy, because the first day he saw her, she had a daisy in her hair. In his dreams, she wore the most beautiful lace dress and danced around a luscious green field, basking in the sunlight.
In his dreams, she was dark princess Kira, sitting on a massive throne. Her dark eyes trapped him, held him prisoner. Ben wanted to serve her in any way she requested. She could have him at his knees, and heâd still praise her, give her everything she desired.
He adored how she pulled her hood over her head and played with the aglet at her mouth.
Ben twitched when she licked her fingers after eating a muffin.
This girl at the coffee shop took over his life. And he didnât even know her name.
Ben wanted to just walk up to her and introduce himself, but the initiative never grew in him. In the meantime, he had to deal with looking from afar.
He wondered what she listened to when she was on her computer. Was she the type that watches shows or movies while they work? Or does she listen to classical music to maintain her focus? Â Who knows what was going through her pretty little head?
He tried to listen to the barista when they were announcing drinks, but the music drowned the voices in the shop. Ben watched her float out of her seat and over to the counter. For the first time, Ben noticed the three unique buns stacked behind her head. Oh, how he wished he knew her name.
In a minute, any chance he had was ruined. Benâs stare in her direction was broken when he heard his name called by a barista.
Oddly enough, the cup he picked up wasnât a black coffee with two sugars that had âBenâ written in the side, it was a London Fog with 'Reyâ scribbled on the cup.
Ben had never heard such a peculiar name before. But for some reason, it fit. It had to be her, heâd never seen such a girl before. It just made sense.
Now was the right time to walk over, say hello, and finally have enough courage to meet the girl of his dreams and everyday life.
The click of his shoes was the only thing that resonated in his mind. Like always, she had headphones on her ears, and she toyed the string of her hoodie in her mouth. She slid her headphones from her head, and her eyes sparkled from the sunset shining through the windows when she noticed he had come by. Ben offered the cup at her armâs length, hoping sheâd read the situation.
i wanted to challenge myself and write something that didnât have dialogue, and this is what i came up with! iâd love to hear your feedback.
thanks again, hope youâre well :)
