Warming their hands on the panic-ordered speciality drinks, they try to hold eye-contact across the unpolished wooden crate, this café is calling a table.
Blushing from their five-second gaze, they turn their attention to and sip their drinks…
Mirroring each other, they distance their cups from their lips, looking at them with uncertainty, before slowly placing them back on the crate and pushing them to one side.
For them, meeting up today wasn’t about the place or the drinks ordered, it was about sharing a moment with each other. And blushing.
Prompted by this link.