I'm sitting in Coffee Bay, a cafe near the back gate of HUFS. It's a decent-sized cafe, small enough that you can see the entirety of the sitting area wherever you are but big enough to provide more than enough seats and a restroom. The lighting is bright but glows with that gentle cafe-lighting hue, and some of the bulbs are encased in lampshades that remind you of the Pixar logo hanging from the ceiling. Several tables sit in the middle of the cafe, and one wall is lined with a long sofa seat of blackish gray leather.
It is on one of those sofa seats that I find a girl holding a phone with a mint-color case. She has shoulder-length black hair that is halfway outgrowing the brown dye it has once been administered. She is of average height, maybe slightly on the taller side since she wasn't wearing heels. She is wearing jeans, a black v-neck shirt with long sleeves, and a black cardigan, which she takes off as she sits down. She has a black hair-tie round her wrist and her nails are long and painted a dark color. She has almond shaped eyes and a bit of flesh on her cheeks, which are tinted slightly red. Perhaps it's because she is with her boyfriend.
Yes, there is a man sitting next to her whom I can say with conviction is her boyfriend. I can be certain that he isn't simply her friend because friends don't sit next to each other on the sofa side of the seat, and certainly not so close to each other that I have a hard time trying to see what else the girl is wearing. And if I still have any doubt, they occasionally lean towards each other or wrap each other in a warm embrace.
The girl is mostly on her phone, and though I have next to no authority on the topic of electronics, I will judge by its size that it's not an iphone. Whatever it is, she keeps scrolling on it, sipping on her coffee and occasionally showing her boyfriend its contents and talking about it. When she looks at her phone she wears a slight frown of concentration and little creases form above her eyebrows, shadowed by the lighting almost directly above her head. But when she talks to her boyfriend her expression softens into a smile that sometimes turns playful.
I'm going to take a guess and say they aren't a new couple, because they seem rather comfortable around each other. The man taps on her wrist absentmindedly to the music of the cafe. She flails her arms around in what I'm guessing is an attempt to mimic something. She isn't afraid to make faces and pout in ways that aren't exactly flattering. There are no shy distances or sugary infatuation that one can observe in new couples. Of course, I may be completely wrong, but when the two are just sitting shoulder to shoulder while doing their own thing, close to each other yet comfortable in silence, I'd say that they have formed not only a loving relationship, but a strong friendship as well.
I'm too far away to hear their conversation, but the way she smiles when talking to him seems genuine and relaxed. Excitement lights her eyes and they almost close when she laughs. She bites her lips before turning to him with something on her phone, then breaks out in a smile when he responds positively.
The topic of their conversation must have slipped into something serious, because she is speaking with her head held higher than a second ago and her expression is more rigid. But her boyfriend reaches a hand out to her and the sternness melts down, and after a little bit of smile the girl is back to her scrolling.
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