Coffee Break

Jun 10, 2005 21:06

The sunlight was streaming through the window above our bed. The whole room was lit up and everything just seemed so fresh and beautiful like it only can first thing in the morning ( Read more... )

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t_t_tara June 15 2005, 20:50:32 UTC
I walked into the Starbucks, still a little shaky about the whole idea of coffee with Willow. I didn't have too much time to get ready, but I managed to pull my hair up in a sort of messy bun and clean up a little before I left work.

I had my messenger bag slung over my shoulder, full of paperwork to do for the magick department. Working a law firm, as a new department? Not exactly a walk in the park. Lots of paperwork and legal-type things.

I looked around anxiously for Willow after I'd ordered my caramel frappucino, and spotted her sitting near the window. I thanked the basista (it's always important to know the specific names of drinks and of course, the official title of the employees at Starbucks) for my drink and walked over to the couch where Willow was playing with her shirt sleeves.

"Hey Will." I said, looking down at the ground.

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willowberry June 17 2005, 02:03:57 UTC
The shirt was new. I had bought it just after coming to LA, it was one of those ones with thumb holes. I was amusing myself by peeking my thumb in and out of the tiny hole while I waited.

Although the sound of Tara's voice startled me so much that my thumb punched through the hole so hard it ripped. I looked from my ripped sleeve, to Tara staring at the ground, and laughed. When did we get to the point where we were nervous to be around each other? Even the first day we met, I had felt a connection and a comfort level with Tara. I stood up from the couch ventured a small hug of welcome.

"I'm glad you came." I said, "Sit down, I've got a lot to tell you."

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t_t_tara June 17 2005, 19:14:27 UTC
I could tell Willow was amused about the uncertainty in my voice. We were so close. But I guess she didn't understand my worries still... she'd raised the dead, more than once, more than twice. More times then I could remember now. I wasn't scared that she'd hurt me, I was scared of falling back in love. I mean, I still did love her, with all my heart. But I simply couldn't get attached. I didn't know how she was doing. There were so many factors... so much.

My body tensed at first when she stood up to hug me, and immediately relaxed at the feel of her near me.

I sat down next to her on the couch and sipped my frappucino.

"I'm glad I came too." Awkward much Tara? Goddess, just try and relax. It's Willow. My Willow.

"I mean... I'm glad you invited me. I'm glad to be here." I was ready to listen to whatever she had to say.

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willowberry June 19 2005, 09:25:59 UTC
Tara took small sips from her frappucino as she sat next to me on the couch and listened as I told her everything I had gone through since she left. I told her all about giving up magick, and the horrible withdrawls I had gone through first. Told her about Telling Buffy and Xander, my fights with Giles. Through everything she nodded in some places, looked sympathetic in others, and looked proud in others. She always was an amazing listener. You could tell her your entire life story without even realizing it ( ... )

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