There once was a person who got coffee every day from the same coffee shop every morning. At 7:15 to be exact.
Their name was Ari.
Ari sat at the same table by the window where the sun would always shine enough to be almost blinding, but warm. They would always stare at their coffee in silence, a forlorn sigh escaping them every once and a while.
There never seemed to be much of a rush to the daily ritual. Ari would sit there, sipping their coffee slowly until they would finish. Then they would leave without a word- repeating the same cycle the next morning.
Until one day a barista decided to interrupt their routine.
A man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with a cheerful if not somewhat plain face, sat across from Ari with his own cup of rich black coffee.
“Hello.” The barista, called Cameron, decided to be friends with Ari on the second Tuesday of September. It was a sunny cheerful day and Cameron was in a good and amiable mood.
Call it curiosity about the person whose name he wrote on a cup every day, or a need for a friend himself, but Cameron thought it would be good to add a bit of companionship to Ari’s seemingly solitary life.
Ari simply stared at him for a moment in blank, polite confusion.
Cameron waited patiently, amusement in his warm brown eyes and his features even and calm. Eventually Ari seemed to accept that Cameron wouldn’t be leaving and needed to be addressed eventually.
“Hello.” Ari said in the same sonorous voice they used to order their coffee, cream and two sugars, and Cameron thought he could listen to their voice all day.
It was a start, more than Cameron had anticipated from the customer who had been almost silent, and he smiled. A simple smile seemed to make his seemingly ordinary brown eyes sparkle.
Cameron with a smile was a beautiful sight.
And just like that Ari had a new routine, and someone to share it with.
They had someone willing to share their small little world, lit up in the corner of the coffee shop by the early morning sun and Cameron’s smile.