
Hello friends! This week’s blog post is the first in a series of stories that is essentially a romantic comedy set before, during and after the pandemic. In today’s “episode,” Keston and Janelle, the main characters, see each other for the first time in a coffeeshop (pre-pandemic). Happy reading!
It’s amazing how life-changing days can begin much like any routine day. This particular Friday was just like any other for the charming (and usually confident) Keston. Keston had a weekly routine: from Monday to Thursday, he carried a simple breakfast from home with him and ate it at his desk. However, Friday was not merely an average work day; it was the happy signal that the weekend was nigh. Thus, in order to mark this momentous day, every week, he treated himself to breakfast at the popular café, Traditions, on his way to work. But on this particular Friday, as he waited in line, something different happened: she walked in.
Now, this was not just any woman. This woman was graceful, elegant and well-dressed with a style that was both trendy and unique. But these qualities alone were not what drew Keston’s attention (and kept it); it was the poetry in her movements and the unconscious confidence that she carried herself with. Her attitude was a curious juxtaposition of confidence and ignorance: her poise said “I’m confident in who I am,” but she was also oblivious to the mesmerizing effect that her presence had on almost every man in the room. Her name, unknown to Keston at the time, was Janelle.
Keston, who was both impressed and intimidated by Janelle’s poise, found himself stealing glances at her. He was strangely nervous; he was usually the charming, confident smooth-talker. Thus he began to fidget: he adjusted his tie, pulled up his belt and fixed his hair. In a last-ditch attempt to distract himself (and look cool, I guess), he pulled out his phone, which naturally slipped through his fingers (as phones do whenever one tries to look extra sophisticated). While he would never have described himself as a multi-tasker, he suddenly became one: the crazy-looking movements he made to rescue his phone from imminent destruction also served to draw Janelle’s attention to what certainly was not one of his most shining moments.
He steupsed internally “Yeah boy Keston, real smooth.”
For Janelle, on the other hand, this was not a usual Friday. She had recently moved and was still exploring the area for places to buy meals. She too, enjoyed treating herself on a Friday, and she was thrilled to find a Traditions nearby. She walked in to the café and was charmed by its aesthetic. While she was waiting to order, she heard a small commotion and noticed a handsome, well-groomed young man fumbling as he tried to save the phone that slipped from his fingertips. She smiled to herself but looked away considerately when she noticed his embarrassment.
She soon received her order and made her way to the table where the milk, sugar, napkins and toppings were. She was slightly confused by the layout on the table and had trouble finding the cinnamon, but was reluctant to ask for help. She noticed Keston standing close by, adding sugar to his coffee, but she decided against asking him if he’d seen it, as he seemed very focused on what he was doing. Keston, although he tried to appear nonchalant, was still wracked with nervousness. He noticed she was looking for something and wanted to help, but for some reason unknown to himself (but fairly obvious to anyone reading this story), was afraid to say anything.
Janelle eventually located the cinnamon, sprinkled some in her coffee, covered it and made a move towards the door. Keston, who was also on his way out, went ahead of her and opened the door.
“Thank you,” Janelle said warmly as she exited the café.
“Now is your chance to say something!” Keston thought frantically. Usually in a scenario like this, Keston had some kind of charming response, but this time, all he managed to say was,
“No scene.”
That was it; there were no smooth lyrics, no award-winning smile, not even a proper sentence. He just managed to clumsily mutter two words in response to her warm thanks. Mentally, he smacked himself on the head.
As Janelle walked away, he tried to convince himself that his inability to say anything sensible was for the best. He told himself that a beautiful woman like that would not be interested in him. But while he kept up this stream of self-talk that was meant to dissuade him from being interested in her, he slowly became aware of a nagging feeling of hope. He hoped that he would see her again the next Friday. But while Keston was torn between embarrassment, doubt and hope, unknown to him, Janelle was also experiencing a nagging sensation of her own: she too hoped to see Keston again.
Will Keston and Janelle meet in Traditions again? Will he muster up the courage to say something to her (besides “no scene”)? Come back next week for the second instalment to find out.
Peace, love and sparkles,
The Unicorn of Awesomeness.


