a coffee?

....she remembered how the well written,polite yet so normal mails just stopped..."ha.no wonder i don't believe in this load of $#%^"...she had mused then... six months down the line...her hair was back to the same length...and she had dared herself to go through with the ordeal....no,not for herself..yet..in so many ways..it was for herself .."would plugging my ears make the noise any lesser..."...she wondered now...she had cringed when she saw him...and his expression when he saw her.."oh well...it was never meant to be anything anyway."... she thought as tried to act cool. in the end..she was left holding the bill for a glass of mild headache and a glass of silent dismal relief. as she made her way back..she drowned herself in words of unknowns...probably the only ones who made more sense to her than anyone she dared trust outside her family. "maybe someday...I will trust myself enough to do it willingly and face the whole ride with no sense of detachment.."...she thought as she closed her eyes trying hard not to calculate how much the evening had cost her.