>>2063394>at a coffee shop with your qt coworker on a glistening autumn morning, you were the only two in the carpool today>get up to pay the bill>she insists on sharing half because its not a date, just grabbing coffee before work>faintly detect storm alarm blaring in the distance>wind begins to pick up>snow starts making some kind of snow sound against the window, idk>call the boss, tell him you and qt coworker are going to be late, dont want to go out in the first blizzard of winter>he agrees, he already knows where you are because its a small town and everyone knows each others routines and stuff>snow begins to come down heavily, the elderly proprietor fetches blankets for you and qt to keep warm>suddenly the power cuts out>with the windows shuttered and the sky darkened by stormclouds its almost pitch-black>elderly proprietor man goes into storage again to fetch candles, lights several at your table with a wink and a nod>qt coworker curls up in her blanket and scoots closer to you on the couch>talk about work at first, then childhood, life, and love>the hours pass by like weeks as she whispers her deepest and most intimate secrets into your ear>when electricity returns and the snowplows finally arrive, get up to pay the coffee bill>this time she lets you pay her half and gives you a shy smile before hurrying out of the shop to check on her pet reindeerThis is how I imagine rural Scandinavia.
