Naomi had been waiting for over an hour. For the first fifteen minutes, she had stood outside the coffee house, constantly rearranging her coat and scarf to better guard against the harsh winter wind. After that, she went inside, staying by the door, staring out onto the street. When the barista started bugging her to buy a drink, she did, and took it to a table next to a window, hoping that she would see him.
But even after an hour of waiting, an hour of looking at nothing but the road, she didn't see him. She should have known this would happen. Her invitation meant nothing to him. He wasn't one to make commitments, so his muttered "Sure" had obviously been a sign that he wasn't going to come.
Naomi had hoped, though. She had hoped that her earnest words and kind smiles would break through his icy exterior and maybe give him a little warmth, and maybe cause him to give her a little warmth in return. But, obviously it hadn't worked. She got up, threw her cup away, and muttered a polite, "Thank you" to the barista, and walked out the door.
Five minutes later, he rushed in, and sighed heavily when he saw that she wasn't there.
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