#moka fluff

Orange-colored leaves were falling that Sunday afternoon, blanketing the park they both knew like the back of their hands. These were the same trees that once witnessed two young women exchanging glances, sharing a sense of longing and a strange familiarity, even though they had never met before.

It felt like a scene from a movie: the two of them, standing there in the middle of the park, frozen, gazing at each other as if time itself had stopped, as if they were the only two people in the world. Neither knew quite how to begin a conversation. But gathering a quiet courage, you found the words to break the silence, hoping to catch her attention.

"Sorry to interrupt," you said softly, trying to mask the interest in your voice. "But I really love your outfit. Can I ask… where’s your jacket from?"

She was wearing a black jacket over a pink sweater that paired perfectly with her black skirt and matching boots. A bag hung from her shoulder, and in her hands, she held several brightly colored folders. Her slightly wavy hair fell over her small shoulders, moving gently in the afternoon breeze.

“Oh… it’s from Acne Studios,” she said with a shy smile, her gaze drifting over you, lingering just a second longer than you expected. “You look really lovely too…” She glanced away, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

There was a warmth in her voice that you hadn’t anticipated, and it sparked a quiet confidence in you. Gathering courage, you decided to say what had been on your mind since the moment you saw her. “To be honest… it’s not just your outfit. I feel like there’s something familiar about you. Have we met before?”

The question was out before you could stop yourself, and you immediately felt your cheeks redden. You braced yourself for an awkward silence, regretting the impulse as soon as the words had left your mouth. But it was too late now.

She looked at you with a hint of surprise, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion. That small hesitation made your heart pound. Had you just made things awkward? You could almost feel the ground beneath you, hoping it might somehow open up and save you from this embarrassment. But to your surprise, a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Actually… I was going to ask you the same thing,” she said softly, meeting your eyes. “But I’m almost sure I haven’t seen you before.” There was a warmth in her smile that made you think, just maybe, you hadn’t completely embarrassed yourself.

Her response gave you a burst of courage. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that chances like this didn’t come often. “Would you… maybe give me your number?” The words felt tentative, but you pressed on, forcing yourself to look directly at her. “I mean, you’re really pretty, and… even though I don’t know you, I’d love to see you again sometime.”

She looked at you with a kind of gentle surprise, and then a genuine smile spread across her face. “Sure, my number is 81-3-XX-XXXX-X.” You fumbled for your phone, entering the number with a quickness that you hoped didn’t betray how nervous you felt. She adjusted the colorful folders in her arms, still smiling as she watched you.

You wanted to say something else, something that might keep this moment from ending. The trees swayed gently above you, their autumn leaves falling like soft confetti around the two of you. It felt surreal, like the world had slowed just for this instant, as if nature itself were holding its breath in anticipation.

But then, just as quickly as it had begun, the moment was over. She offered you one last smile, and as she walked away, you watched her go, replaying every second of the interaction in your mind.