A Cup of Tea

Sheryl was very upset today. She wasn't able to go to the tea shop. Today she had a class in the evening.

Lawrence brewed a cup of tea habitually. He raised his head and saw that the usual spot of that customer was taken by someone else. He became upset and drank the only cup of tea in this coffee shop.

By the time Sheryl's class ended, it was about to hit night. Sheryl looked out the taxi's window. The familiar tea shop was already closed yet there was someone standing. Someone quite familiar.

Lawrence locked the coffee shop. He closed the shop very late today yet that peculiar customer still didn't come. He felt strange and lonely. He looked up into the sky. The moon was yet to be seen.

Sheryl had the taxi stop. After giving the fare, she rushed across the street alertly. The familiar person was still there.

Lawrence felt the gale behind him. He turned and saw his customer.

Sheryl stopped and panted. She really wasn't suitable for rushing. Looking at the tea shop boss, she smiled. "Am I late for my tea?"

Lawrence couldn't help but smile too. "No."

The coffee shop opened again and served the daily tea to the very peculiar customer of the shop.