#junondaisy

This time, however, he had his sights on February. Her lifelong dream was to get on a boat and sail, to see for herself that the ocean and the sky can very well be linked into one ongoing continuum. She had expressed one day in that little coffee shop when he started to grow an interest in her that it was one of her fantasies. He had offered, at the time, for her to join him in sailing one of these days. Today it was going to go to fruition.  

He had been wearing a casual outfit on this trip, something he could not openly dress ever so often. Just a lightweight collared shirt that set loosely on his frame unbuttoned along with white capris and loafers. Though he’d usually abandon all footwear once the ropes were untied and the boat was in possession of the sea.

He was waiting for her presence at the dockside to help her into the boat. There was a lingering thought of doubt floating in the back of his mind that she would not show up. Her fears getting the best of her and he would be forced to call the whole trip off. He had some faith though as he crossed his arms and waited while the sun poured down on him.

“I need the largest cup you have, filled to the brim with coffee. Actually, you know what, add three espresso shots in there.” 

She’s not suicidal, that’s just her pick-me-up for the day, and Xu has a lot of work waiting for her her back at home. Which is the whole reason she’s here, instead of in her apartment surrounded by files. 

“My words can enlighten or snare. It all depends on my ending goal. Why do you ask such an intimate question?”

“.. Friendship, yes.”

Not a word he hears often and not a particular word he would like to hear from her. It was an endless cycle when it came to her; to pine something you could never really have. He tried desperately to figure out what it was that caused himto bend over backward if she ever needed anything– the issue was, she never really asked.

A paper sprawled across the surface of the small diner table, eyes sweeping over the small text while a small saucer was to the right of him with a cascading swirl of steam. He had kept his eyes to the small print until her soft footfalls were heard and his water was replenished—without having the need to.

He raised his chin and only a twitch of a smile followed then after. “No, I don’t come here if you are not scheduled. Though I know it by heart now, I never tend to miss a day if I have the time.” Mornings could be such a hassle. “Why would I entrust anyone with my drink knowing well that if you do slip up, you’d have to drink it?” That bet still holds true and he knew, if he ever implemented it, she would comply without really arguing.