Here is the first excerpt from my upcoming novel, HIGH.
Chad leans back on his chair. “You know, I make good coffee. I have special beans,” he says, nodding and smiling.
“Where do you get these special beans?”
“Can’t tell you,” he says, leaning forward.
“OK. Well, maybe I’ll get to taste it one day.
“One day, or every day,” he says, with a funny grin.
I smile and shake my head. “I think the caffeine has gotten to you.”
“Take a few more sips. You got to keep up here,” he says playfully.
We continue sipping our coffees, ordering more and chatting for hours. Our table now reminiscent of how mine looked like when we first met, only this time, they’re not all mine—they’re ours.
People filter in and out. Tables and chairs become occupied. A line continues to grow by the counter as Chad and I stay glued to our seats, our stories shared and brewed only between us. Our eyes stay locked at each other, and everything else happening around us remain unimportant and unnoticed. The coffee shop with no name becomes ours temporarily. Ours alone.
Today feels different. If yesterday there were any doubts or fears about each other or anything, today they do not exist. Chad and I are like old friends who are seeing each other for the first time again after years of being apart. We are finishing each other’s sentences and laughing at each other’s jokes. We are picking up exactly where we left off, and yet, we’ve only just met.
“Sonja, is it just me or does the coffee tastes better today?” he asks.
“No, it’s not just you. It does taste better.”
HIGH, a novel by Corey M. P. (page 93)
Flightless Bird by Iron and Wine (song playing as I wrote this post)