It was late morning as I sat in the cafe.
My mochaccino arrived within five minutes of ordering. It looked appetizing, with the heart-shaped microfoam. I fished my notepad and pen out of my bag and sat back in my chair, looking for inspiration. My eyes spotted a cute lady sitting a couple of tables away. There was a shine in her eyes that the artist inside me could not ignore.
It took me ten minutes, but the girl’s fascinating features were now etched on my notepad. I was debating with myself about going up to her and chatting, when I saw a guy enter and embrace her tightly. She gave him a peck on the lips and left the cafe hand-in-hand with him. Feeling like a fool, I sighed and looked back at my cup of coffee.
It was all cold now, and the heart had already faded away…
Word Count: 150
Prompt:
The Dark Netizen 