Novel & Cerita It's Just An Empty Cup

I swallow hard. “You are a special one indeed.” I say nothing. I just stare at them. They both look serious and calm like they are stating simple facts but I do not know how to respond to that. The shorter one suddenly turns and walks to a nearby stone platform where several small items are placed. He picks up a wooden cup and a small container before walking back toward me. When he reaches me, he stretches the cup toward me. “Drink this,” he says. I hesitate.“What is it?”

I must have been drowning in my deep thoughts that I didn’t realize they were back. “Oh!” I exclaimed, standing up and giving him his cup. “Your coffee, Cupcake,” I said. “This is the most special coffee ever, Cupcake,” he pursed his lips, then puckered at the cup. My eyes widened at the empty cup. Have I been stirring an empty cup all this time? I forced a smile on my lips as I took the cup from his hands and poured coffee into it. “Is there a problem?” He asked as he took the cup from me and sipped his coffee.

It’s empty spotted. Everyone gathered with their red cups in their hand. Why didn’t I notice this earlier when Mrs. Lee was there? Perhaps they are hiding it from her notice. Chloe’s group brings out a deck of card and she’s saying something, but this time my head spins that I nearly could lose my balance even just sitting. I never had beer for a while and I cannot believe this is hitting so badly right now.

Today seems like the reverse of yesterday, she thought while attending to the piled up files on her desk, her legs tapping slightly on the floor. Lost in thought, thinking about her dinner date tonight, thinking of possible ways how not to mess this one up, atleast to make a good impression and correct what ever daft opinion he had about her. But just as she gets lost in thought, she notices something strange. Her coffee cup was already empty. "Mtcheww." She sighs and nods as she can't believe that she had been so engrossed in her thoughts and didn't even realize that her coffee had finished minutes ago.

A ridiculous combo if you ask me, but no one asked me, so here we are. Jesper spreads his arms wide like some referee about to officiate the Olympics. “Okay, everyone knows the drill. Ten cups, pyramid, center of the table. Only, tonight it’s not beer.” He lifts a shot glass filled with the suspicious neon liquid Cam whipped up earlier. “It’s Cam’s Delight.” The table groans. Cam beams, positively glowing now. “Don’t all look so excited at once.”

No one answered. The living room was dark. The only light came from the streetlamps filtering through the window. He slapped the switch. The apartment was empty, and the silence was unbearable. The shoes she wore every day were gone from the cabinet. The little succulent plants she had been growing on the balcony were gone too. Reid's gaze moved stiffly toward the coffee table. There, placed neatly in the center, was the divorce agreement. The signature line bore her name in clear, steady letters, without a single trace of hesitation.

My life is simple and doesn't involve the West Coast and some video game executive. "Can I throw this cup away?" Two of Elena's fingers pinch the top of the neon green cat cup from my first night with Trey. "No!" I try to jump across the bed to grab the cup she's taken from the nightstand. She leans back. "Yeah, sure you don't have a cat." She tosses the cup to me and I place it next to my clothes. It's a thick plastic, but not one I'm willing to risk in my suitcase. I'll have to carry it on the plane.

Green light turns to red. Red turns to every color I have known. The music blasting loud that I have to cover my ear with my hands to block them out. Thankfully, I found some cups, I assumed untouched, from the kitchen counter before I proceed my way to the back of the house where there is a round empty pool. I take the empty chair beside it and start drinking the cup with my legs settling on the small square table. It's water. I laugh over my stupidity. That's why it's not touched because it's water.

The soft lighting in the living room created a cozy atmosphere that contrasted perfectly with London's restless energy outside. I'd put on a quiet playlist of classic rock while making tea for the two of us, still trying to prolong the peaceful feeling our day in the countryside had brought me. "That mug is… interesting," Nate laughed, holding up the cup I'd handed him. I glanced at the design and couldn't help but laugh too. It was one of my favorites. It was an illustration of a lazy cat with the phrase "Don't talk to me before my third coffee" printed in giant letters.

The green tea isn't delivered in a Styrofoam cup, but a cute dainty tea saucer covered in purple little flowers and a matching cup. Spider takes one look at the flowery cup with matching plate and backs away from my counter. "Oh, fuck no. Give me a coffee. Black. In a to-go cup." His tall friend cracks up, his boisterous laughter filling the empty space. I flash Tabitha my best what-the-hell look, but it does not faze her at all.