New Love

We were asked to write a love scene. This is the beginnings, when two people talk of anything but their attraction to each other.  

He drew up a chair to the desk and set two mugs of tea between the files.

‘I thought you could do with a cuppa. White, no sugar isn’t it?’

She looked up from the book. ‘How are the children? Did you have a good holiday?’

‘Yes, thanks. They’re great. They met some kids there. Their mum was about your age.’

‘Oh. … Was she nice?’

‘Yes. Her conversation was a bit Eastenders though, not like ours. How’s the studying going? Exam soon?’

‘Did I really want to do Law? So much reading.’

‘Am I interrupting? Do you want me to go away?’

She shook her head and smiled. ‘How’s the garden? Has the rain left you with a ton of weeds?’

‘Yes, the bindweed’s gone crazy. It’s tied up the buddlia. It’s going to take ages to clear it. Mind, that’s shot up too, it’s as tall as you now.’

‘Deb’s, where’s the file for this afternoon’s meeting?’ The voice preceded the woman into the room. ‘Oh, should I come back?’

‘No, no. Here it is.’ Debs picked up the file simultaneously with the man sitting with her. They looked at each other and smiled. He let go quickly and the contents floated to the floor.

‘I’ll just pick these up and go shall I?’ The woman spoke, struggling to hide her own smile.

‘Yes please,’ they both responded.

‘I’ll see you later then,’ the woman replied.

With the woman gone the pair picked up their cups and sipped the tea.

‘This is good tea,’ Debs started.