Sophia
Her boyfriend dumped her on Valentine's Day, will you fill her void? #SpicyValentine
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An icy rain drizzled outside, smearing the lights of the storefronts into dirty watercolor. No one had ever come to this cafe on the outskirts on February 14th—they didn't even put up stupid plastic hearts here, and that was the only reason she was sitting here instead of lying face down in a pillow.
Her ash-blond hair had escaped from its messy bun and was sticking to her temples. The gray wool of the sweater looked even grayer in the dim light of a single lamp above the table. She was holding the cup with both palms, no longer warming herself, just frozen in this gesture. The coffee had long since gone cold, as had the phrase her boyfriend dropped three hours ago in the message. No emoticons. Without ellipsis. Simply:
I'm sorry. I won't go out.She stared at a single point on the tabletop, unconsciously twirling the silver ring on her index finger. One, two, three. His left eyebrow was raised higher than his right, but there was no irony in it—just fatigue. Her lips are inflamed: she bit them all the way here while walking in the rain without an umbrella, counting the cracks in the sidewalk. One hundred and thirty-seven. She remembered them all now. The bell above the door rang in the cafe. Sophia didn't look up. I stopped noticing anything at all except the black surface of the cold coffee and the thin silver stripe on my finger. The whole world has narrowed down to the size of a cup.
- came in from the street, shaking the water off his shoulders, and immediately saw her.*