The Talking Coffee

Sip your coffee and have some faith. Amy repeated the words in her mind.

It was written in the chalkboard next to the welcome sign inside this small coffee shop, The Talking Coffee—or TC for short—, where she’s been spending most of her time, these past few weeks.

The owner—a friendly and old English man, Charlie Rodrick—always wrote something random, mostly a quote, every single day before opening the store. Maybe it has something to do with the name of this coffee shop, Amy guessed.

Amy found this place not too long ago. It wasn’t opened at that time. It was still in the final preparation when she first saw it. There’s something about this place that got her attention.

She tried to remember the day she walked to TC for the first time. She was looking at the sign when the owner came out and greeted her. “Hi! Good evening.. I’m Charlie. I’m the owner. You live around here?” he asked her with a clear British accent. Amy was surprised a little bit but managed to reply him immediately. “Oh, hi.. Yeah. I live in the apartment down the street,” she pointed her finger to the tall brown building just a few hundred meters from the cafe. “Did you just move here? I never saw you around here. Definitely never saw the place either.” she looked again at the unfinished place.. Charlie responded back with a big smile in his face. “Yes! Me and my wife moved here last week, we live upstairs and about to open this small beautiful gem tomorrow.”

They talked for a while and when Amy was about to leave, Charlie promised her a free coffee if she came to the store tomorrow when it’s open.

The next morning, Amy came. And as promised, Charlie gave her a free coffee. It was a very good one that Amy decided to visit again next morning, the morning after, and almost every day in the past few weeks.

“AMY, ARE YOU THERE?” Charlie asked with a loud voice.

“Huh? What? Sorry?” she jolted back from the trip to memory lane.

Charlie laughed a bit. “I was asking if you want this freshly baked—jolly good—muffin?” he rose from the counter with a tray full of blueberry muffin.

The muffins looked so good. Blueberry. Amy loved blueberry way too much to say no to those warm muffins. “Ah.. you always know how to treat a lady, Charlie.” she winked at him and got up from the chair. She took one and left a few coins in the cashier table.

She went back to her table, just next to the store window, and took a small bite of the muffin.

“Yuuummm… Oh gosh this is sooo good. Nothing beats a warm blueberry muffin on a rainy day,” she said to herself. “And the coffee is just perfect to go along with it.” which after she took a sip and felt the warmness flowing inside her.

She opened the notebook that she brought with her and flipped through some pages.

After a while, she took a glance to the chalkboard.

So now I need to have some faith? Easy to say.. well, write. But not a very easy thing to do, huh.

She took another sip.

“Hey Charlie, can I ask you something?” she called out to the shop owner.

“Well sure! You want another muffin?”

“No, thank you, Charlie..” she smiled. “I want to ask something about what you wrote today on the board over there.” she pointed out the one next to the sign. Apparently, there were a few chalkboards inside the shop. Each is with different writings on it. But only this one attracts Amy’s attention.

“How long do you think we need to keep our faith on something?” Amy asked him without turning her face toward Charlie, instead she just looked straight at that board. Still wondering.

Charlie was quiet for a while. He glanced over Amy and then he stared to the road outside his shop. The rain was starting to stop.

“You know,” he answered. “I never know how long I can love my wife or how long I need to do that. I just know that it’s the right thing to do. It’s what my heart wanted to do from long ago and still does.”

“What does yours want, Amy?” he asked back.

Amy was in silence. What does my heart want?

 ***

She looked to the window. Observing the people outside. She saw a couple was about to enter the coffee shop.

Cute couple… They look really happy. She’s watching them as they came in and ordered some coffee. The guy was about to take his wallet when his glasses fell to the floor. The girl picked it up. “Seriously though, did you drop this glasses on purpose last night? Two times already I’ve given it back to you in less than a day.” She punched his arm lightly as she gave the glasses back.

The guy smiled to her as he took the coffee and gave one to her in exchange for the glasses. “I don’t know. Maybe,” he smiled again. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to find someone who will pick up my glasses when I drop it.”

“Oh really??!” she raised her eyebrows with a smirk in her face.

Few meters from them, Amy was trying so hard not to laugh, and managed to just giggle a little bit. She knew the guy was just joking, but still she found it quite sweet.

He then took his cup and they walked back to the door.

The girl asked again. “Your whole life? That long?”

His face moved toward her and whispered into her ears. “You gotta have some faith, right?.”

Then they went outside.

Even though it was a whisper, it was quite loud for Amy to hear it.

She took another bite of her muffin. “Chawr-lie,” she called out to the shop owner with a full mouth. “I think my heart wants to keep holding on that faith. It told me that it’s the right thing to do.”

“I don’t know for how long, maybe it’ll take forever, but I guess if you ever lose faith on something, it would not be the thing that you wanted the most, or believe in for that matter.” Amy looked at Charlie. “That’s what you’re trying to tell me, right?”

Charlie came to her. He sat in the chair in front of Amy. “Amy, my dear… Life is not the happiest thing on earth. It has flaws. And, most of all, it has a big nasty taste of jokes. Which you can put on a sour face and see the jokes as an insult…” he paused, Charlie looked deep into Amy’s brown eyes and continued. “Or you can try to get the jokes and laugh at it—a big one of course. And feel that bit of relaxation after.” “One can do you bad for a long time, and other one will give you just the right amount of mind power to keep walking.”

Amy took a sip of her coffee. “I think I’m going to keep my faith a bit longer and laugh while I’m at it.” she said to Charlie as he stood and walked back to the counter.

“A very wise choice.” Charlie replied back. “Here, take another muffin. It’s on me.” he put the muffin on her empty plate.

She said thanks to him. And with a big grin in her face, Amy took a bite.

She opened her notebook. She took her pen and quoted the words in the chalkboard into the notebook.

Sip your coffee and have some faith, by Mr. Charlie Rodrick.

Not long after that, Amy’s phone was buzzing. Unknown number.

Who could it be? Amy picked up the phone and slid the screen. “Hello?”

A man answered back from the other side. “Hi, yes. Is this Amy Anderson?”

“Yes. This is she.”

“Hi, my name’s Thomas Wellbeck. I’m with Bright Red Publishing Company. I believe you sent us a draft. A novel draft, few months ago?”

“Uhmm… Yes I did,” Amy was still picking at her brain. “Sorry, but did you say Bright Red Publishing?” Amy wanted to double check, in case something’s wrong with her ears. Bright Red Publishing was actually the most famous publishing company in the country per this decade.

“Yes I did. This is Bright Red.” he said it again.

No way! No way! Don’t tell me… 

Thomas continued. “So… I’m calling you because we want to ask you to come to a meeting with us about your novel’s draft. We are sorry that it took almost six months to read it. You have to understand that a lot of people submitted their drafts to us, that we need months to read them one by one. And yes we read your draft incase you’re wondering.” “We love it and we’re thinking to publish it.”

Amy was speechless. Her mouth was half opened. In fact, she almost jumped from her chair when Thomas said that they wanted to publish her novel.

“Do you have time tomorrow? Let’s say around 10 AM?” he asked.

“S… Sure! 10 AM would be perfect. I’ll be there. Definitely!” Amy answered him with much excitement.

“Perfect. I will see you tomorrow then! Nice to talk with you, Amy.”

“Yes sir. Thank you so much! Nice to talk to you too.”

And he hung up. Amy was still holding her phone for a few seconds before she realized that the conversation was over.

She put the phone back to the table. “I can’t believe it. I finally gonna have my first book published.” Amy said to herself, still in awe.

She looked again to the chalk-board next to the welcome sign.

“Having faith paid off.” she said with a smile.

And suddenly for no reasons, she laughed so hard she couldn’t stop.

 

 

Erwin. 

4 Aug 14

 

*you might also want to read Hey You.. Find Me

 

 

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