Read From Ashes to Alpha :: greater misunderstand

The warm afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the cozy café, casting a golden glow on the wooden countertops. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of just-baked bread, creating an inviting atmosphere. I pushed open the creaky wooden door, the bell above jingling softly.

Mia was behind the counter, her hands moving with practiced ease as she prepared a cup of coffee.

Her dark curls framed her face, and the sunlight caught the edges, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. I couldn’t help but smile as I approached.

"Hey, Mia," I greeted, leaning casually against the counter. "The usual, please."

She didn’t look up, her focus entirely on the coffee cup she was arranging. "Just a moment," she replied, her voice distant. "We’re swamped with orders today."

I blinked, taken aback by her tone. Mia was usually warm, her eyes lighting up with a smile whenever I walked in. Today, though, she seemed... different. Her usual cheerfulness was replaced by a cool detachment.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern. "You seem... busy."

She finally glanced up, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she looked away again. "Just a lot on my plate," she said, her voice soft but devoid of its usual warmth. "Your coffee will be ready in a minute."

I nodded, her response did little to ease my growing unease. Something was off, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

The café buzzed with the low hum of conversation, the clinking of cups and saucers, and the occasional burst of laughter, but the usual comfort I found here felt... distant.

As I waited, I couldn’t help but watch her, trying to decipher the change in her demeanor. Her movements were as precise as ever, but there was a tension in her shoulders that hadn’t been there before.

The scent of coffee and bread, usually so comforting, now felt heavy, almost oppressive.

Finally, she placed the cup in front of me, the steam rising in delicate curls. "Here you go," she said, her voice still cool, her eyes avoiding mine.

"Thanks," I replied, my voice softer than I intended. I hesitated, then added, "If there’s anything on your mind, you know you can talk to me, right?"

For a moment, she paused, her hand lingering on the counter.

I picked up my coffee, the warmth seeping into my hands, but it did little to dispel the chill that had settled over the conversation.

As I turned to find a seat, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between us, something I couldn’t quite understand—yet.The warm glow of the hanging lamp above me cast a soft, golden hue over the corner of the café where I sat.

The air was thick with the rich aroma of coffee beans, a scent that usually brought me comfort. But today, it only added to the heaviness in my chest.

My fingers absentmindedly stirred the now-cold coffee in front of me, the spoon clinking against the porcelain cup in a rhythm that matched the restless beat of my heart.

My eyes followed Mia as she moved gracefully between the tables, her hands deftly changing tablecloths and wiping down cutlery.

She was always so efficient, so composed. But tonight, there was a tension in her movements, a stiffness that wasn’t there before. She hadn’t come over to sit with me like she usually did. She hadn’t even spared me more than a fleeting glance.

“Mia,” I called out softly, my voice barely above a whisper. She paused for a moment, her back still turned to me, before continuing on her way.

“James, I can’t right now,” she said, her tone clipped as she hurried past me. “This table needs their coffee refilled.”

There was a finality in her words that made my stomach churn. I wanted to reach out, to pull her back and ask her what was wrong.

But the distance between us felt insurmountable, and I could only watch as she disappeared into the kitchen.

The café was quiet now, the last of the evening customers having left. The only sound was the faint hum of the espresso machine and the occasional clatter of dishes.

I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair as I tried to make sense of the tension that had settled between us.

“James,” a voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see Mia standing by my table, her arms crossed over her chest.

Her usual warm smile was replaced by a tight-lipped expression, and her eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made me shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“Mia,” I started, my voice faltering. “Is everything okay?”

She let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off them. “No, James. Everything is not okay.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting mine again. “I don’t know how to say this, but… I think we need to talk.”

My heart sank at her words, the coffee in my stomach turning sour. “Talk about what?” I asked, though deep down, I already knew the answer.

“About us,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “About what’s been going on between us.”

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. “Mia, I…”

“James, I can’t keep doing this,” she interrupted, her voice breaking. “I can’t keep pretending that everything is fine when it’s not.”

Her words hung in the air between us, heavy and unspoken. I wanted to reach out, to pull her into my arms and tell her that everything would be okay. But I could only sit there, my hands clenched into fists on the table, as the distance between us grew wider.

“Mia, I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed to choke out. “I didn’t realize…”

“That’s the problem, James,” she said, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. “You never realize. You never see what’s right in front of you.”

Her words cut deep, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. “Mia, I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “I can’t do this anymore, James. I just… I can’t.”

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the quiet café with nothing but the cold coffee and the weight of her words to keep me company.

I wanted to ask Mia clearly what had happened, but I didn't know how to start. I could only leave first.

Mia was there, behind the counter, her hands frozen mid-wipe on the polished surface. Our eyes met for a split second, and I could’ve sworn I saw something—anger? Disappointment? She looked away quickly, her lips pressing into a thin line.

The cool evening air hit me as I stepped outside, the faint hum of the city filling my ears. I glanced back one last time through the café window.

Mia’s silhouette was framed by the warm glow of the lights, but her posture was tense, her shoulders stiff. I shoved my hands into my pockets, feeling the weight of something unsaid hanging between us.

"Maybe I should’ve said something," I thought, kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk. "But what? It’s not like I owe her an explanation… or do I?"

The streetlights cast long shadows as I walked, the faint scent of coffee still lingering in the air. I could still see her face, the way her eyes had flashed with something I couldn’t quite place. "Why does it feel like I messed up?"

I stopped, leaning against a lamppost, the metal cool against my back. The city buzzed around me, but my mind was still back in the café, replaying that moment. "Maybe I’ll go back tomorrow," I decided, pushing off the post and continuing down the street. "Maybe I’ll figure out what to say by then."

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