They met for the first time on the road. He asked her to coffee. Led her to a basement cafe. He was a man of few words; she was a motormouth. The conversation lasted cups of coffees and hours. Laughter never ceased. Years later for the last time they met on the roads of a city three thousand kilometres away. He asked her - "Coffee?" He led her to a rooftop cafe. He did all the talking this time, while she just listened and hugged herself. Just one coffee this time. They walked to a fork. She stood there watching him walk. It was just a matter of time. He never turned around.
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