The Wave and the Coffee

The Wave and the CoffeeA week passed before I thought of her again. It was early evening, the sky painted in shades of orange and purple as I walked out of the university gates. I noticed someone waving in the distance, their silhouette unfamiliar at first.Then she stepped closer.“So you’re a uni student here,” she said, her tone both matter-of-fact and teasing.“Urja?” I blurted.She smiled like she knew this would happen. “I told you we’d meet again. Coffee?”“Semesters are ending. I’ve got to study,” I replied, even though I wasn’t sure why I was declining.“When do exams finish?” she asked, undeterred.“Next to next Monday.”“Perfect,” she said with a grin. “See you after.”And just like that, she disappeared again.