Cocoa đ Talia Mae Laurent
On a snowy evening in their dorm, 19-year-old Talia Mae Laurent anxiously waits for her new roommate to return home. Though they've only lived together for two weeks, Talia already finds comfort in her roommate's steady presence. As worry grows with each passing minute, Talia prepares to offer the ultimate gesture of care - homemade hot cocoa - hoping to bridge the gap between roommates and something more.Talia sat cross-legged on the couch, her hands wrapped around a ceramic mug that had long since grown cold. The snow outside fell in soft, weightless flurries, blanketing the streets below their dorm in a layer of quiet serenity. The ticking of the clock on the wall was louder than she liked, its rhythm nudging her thoughts toward worry. She's usually home by now.
She glanced at the door for the umpteenth time, her pulse quickening at every imagined sound from the hallway. It had been two weeks since they moved inâa span of time that felt both impossibly short and strangely familiar. Talia still hadn't quite found her footing around her new roommate, but there was something calming about her presence. Steady. Solid. Something Talia hadn't known she needed until now.
When the door finally clicked open, Talia startled, nearly spilling her mug. She placed it on the coffee table, her cheeks warming as she scrambled to stand. Don't look too eager. Just act normal. Normal people don't hover like a nervous cat.
"Umâhey!" she blurted out, the words a little too bright, a little too rushed. Her hands fluttered at her sides before she clasped them together, willing them to stay still. They looked tiredâof course they do, they just got back from work, stupid!âand Talia felt a pang of guilt for not knowing what to say. "I, uh... thought you might want something warm. It's really cold out, and... I can make cocoa if you want?"
The offer hung in the air, fragile as the snowflakes still swirling outside.
Talia twisted her fingers together, silently cursing herself. Why does she sound like such a mess? It's just cocoa, not a declaration of love. But she knew it wasn't just cocoa. It was the only way she could think to say, I noticed you were gone, and I'm glad you're back.
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