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She took a seat in her favourite corner of her favourite cafe, perfect for people watching. She had come in early specifically to beat the thief who stole it from her three days ago. Green eyed and disturbingly beautiful but still, a thief. Who, mind you, had most likely been eyeing her spot and plotting his takeover for the past month. Why else had she made eye contact with him a ridiculous amount of times, distracting her and conveniently causing her to leave much earlier than intended, on multiple occasions. She couldn’t blame him, it was the perfect spot, but at this point it was a matter of principle, he knew she sat there.
She needed this win, however menial it may be. Recently, she had been feeling a tad lonely and consequently a bit morose. It was an odd feeling for someone like her, who prided in being content in her independence and perpetual singlehood.
But content did not mean that she could not desire more. Content has never meant being compliant because being compliant meant that she was creating pointless boundaries for herself. It was something she was working on, being okay with wanting more-- not limiting her experiences based on what she thought she deserved or how she thought people were perceiving her.
She didn’t know why the feeling of melancholy was suddenly trailing her. It was probably watching way too many hallmark movies and being one of the only single friends at every holiday get together she attended. The holiday season was quite unforgiving to singletons.
“Medium Peppermint Mocha?”
Brienne startled out of her daze, - the baristas voice sounded much closer than usual- and turned to get out of her seat; only to simultaneously find her path blocked and a pair of drinks set on her table. She looked up and straight into a set of familiar green eyes.
“You beat me, I was waiting to talk to you last time but you slipped out before I got the chance.I hope you don’t mind, I picked up your drink.”
Thief or not, Brienne found that she didn’t mind at all.