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Today’s Theme: Cold as Ice
By: Robin Gagnon
“Can you believe this cold weather?” an older gentleman in a long winter coat asked the woman at the cash register of the coffee shop. “First rain and then the temperature drops and it freezes. Just look at all the damage it caused.”
He gestured out the window to the many downed trees and broken electrical wires.
“I couldn’t even make myself a coffee this morning,” he ranted on, flailing a newspaper around in his hand. “My power’s been out since who knows when.”
He grumbled his way out of the shop and Sarah watched him go. He was lucky that his heat wasn’t run by electricity like her apartment was.
“Can I help who’s next?” the guy behind the counter called out, catching Sarah’s attention. “What can I get you?”
The boy smiled, as his dark brown hair fell into his dark eyes. He was charismatic, Sarah noted, and tall too.
“Can I get,” she began with a quick scan of the menu. “An iced cappuccino?”
The boy’s eyes widened in surprise as he asked, “An iced cappuccino in this weather?”
Sarah smiled shyly and replied, “I like the winter. I think it’s beautiful and I love to draw it.”
“You’re an artist?” the boy wondered, noticing the sketchbook under the arm of Sarah’s white winter jacket. “Can I see?”
A little embarrassed, Sarah took off her baby blue mittens so that she could flip through the book and show him her most recent drawing of the beautiful ice covered trees that has been sparking in sun at Central Park.
“That’s incredible,” he complimented, making Sarah blush. “You’re really good.”
“Thanks. I really love drawing the trees. They look like they’re made of glass and the ice makes everything sparkle.”
“You know,” the guy suddenly spoke up. “There’s an ice sculpture festival coming up and I think you would really enjoy it. Would you maybe want to go with me?”
Sarah smiled, tucking a stray piece of blond hair that had escaped one of her braids behind her ear, before replying, “That sounds like fun.”
“Great,” he grinned at her, putting a permanent marker he was holding against a cup. “What’s your name?”
She moved over and waited for her drink to be made by one of the other baristas, while the boy helped the next person in line. He was really cute and very nice. Despite the cold temperatures flowing through the open door, she could feel her face heat up.
“Sarah,” someone called out, as a lady passed her a cup with a funny look. “Here’s your iced cappuccino.”
As she pulled her blue wool hat over her ears, she looked back at the boy, who smiled at her and waved goodbye.
After she had headed back out into the icy winter wonderland, she noticed a message scrawled across her cup with a phone number beneath. Her heart skipped a beat when she read it.
“For Sarah, aka the beautiful ice princess.”