He swirled the spoon in the empty cup, waiting. His coat was still dripping, even though he’d been sitting for a while. Finally, the tall man with the dark hair deemed it necessary to refill the cup.

Irritation followed, however, when he pulled the pot up too soon, leaving the cup half empty. Chimu opened his mouth, intent on complaining about this misdeed, when he noticed the woman who had walked in.

She was also relatively tall – slender, like a model. Pretty, yet classy. Sophisticated. She was wearing a long trench coat which, the blonde had to admit, looked wonderful on her. As she began to shake the water off a small black umbrella, just recently folded up, the dark-haired man spoke. “It’s always nice to see you.”

She smiled at him as they met halfway between the counter and the door. Chimu sighed and turned back to his coffee as they kissed, adding milk to the ill-poured cup.

He took a sip of the tepid drink, then picked up the paper neatly folded beside him. He frowned. In the middle of the paper was bad news – not that that was unusual. An actor called “Karnor Massa” had gotten into an accident, drinking and driving. The article, sadly, reported his death. Chimu had never heard of him, but it still gave him a depressing feeling.

Better turn to something more light-hearted. He flipped through the pages, looking for the funnies, but only finding the horoscopes at first. As he sat there, though, looking through his “assigned fate”, he couldn’t help but feel someone was watching him.

He closed the paper and turned around, noticing a woman with long red hair outside, looking through the window… No… She was looking in the window. Her reflection. He watched her for a second before realizing what she was doing- a flash of thigh and he turned away, embarrassed. He couldn’t help but think that, for all the vanity of fixing her stockings… Her lovely hair was getting wet in the rain as she stood there.

The rain had been coming down all morning, dark storm clouds blocking out the sun. Now he could hear the bells of a church or cathedral… Was it that time already? He sat there, wondering… The last time he had heard those bells… He’d parted company with his best friend. When will I hear your voice again…?