watching the rain droplets racing against each other.
Today, the cafe was a little quiet,
all she could hear was soft whispers of people trying to find warmth in their cups of coffee or hot cocoa,
light footsteps of the waitress,
and the sound of the rain falling without any sign of stopping.
She looked at the piano,
and was reminded of how she thought her heart actually skipped a beat for the man who was there the other day,
she smiled to herself,
and closed her eyes.
She put her hands towards her heart,
and realised that it still beats the same.
He was not the one she was looking for.
He was not the one she was waiting for.
He was just a passer-by.
He wasn't meant to stay,
neither at the cafe or her heart.
It was just temporary.
She picked up her book,
and stood up.
She walked towards the door,
and without turning behind,
she walked on and on,
towards the train station to continue her journey to the next city.
Jenny~
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