It was just another day, the author was sitting on a wooden bench in a white tent in the square. A soft wind rocked the trees, and the rain was pouring down. The sound of the droplets in tune with the steady click-clack of fingers on the keyboard of a laptop. Where she was sitting in the tent, it was dry. The tables around her quickly filled with people escaping the weather.
There was an odd feeling in the air. Anticipation, longing, nervosity. The author took a greedy breath, her lungs filled with the atmosphere. Sweat, pizza grease and hot sugar being the main components. It's time for the town square celebration, the author had wolfed down several sugary doughnuts before she started writing.
"Hiya tip-tap, how's the writing going?" the voice came from someone right next to the authors left ear. She looked up to find a friend.
In his hands, the friend carried two paper cups. He handed one to the author, who smiled when she saw the name written on it in uneven black letters. "Tip-tap" was both her nickname and an inside joke. The friend has first called her that after hearing her write intensely on her laptop. He claimed that tip-tap had to be the perfect nickname for her. Since nothing is her as much as the sound of her fingers on a keyboard.
"Words a' plenty." the author took a sip from the paper cup.
"Heat, delicious."
"I'd think so, it's very you to forget your coat in this weather." The friend laughed, a very melodic sound. The author shuffled to the side, making room on the wooden bench for the friend. He sat down close to her, and together they shared their excitement. Something is supposed to be happening soon.
An excited chatter rose from the front of the tent, making the author and the friend look towards the stage. As the rain stopped, it's time.
On the stage stood two people in black blazers and shiny shoes. With guitar and piano, they cleared the middle of the square. The author and the friend stood on their bench, looking over the heads of the crowd. They saw the square clearly, and as if from nowhere, there was dance.
The author joined in the crowd's amazement. The music and shimmering costumes enchanted the square. It lived up to every expectation set before they started.
When the show was over, the crowd dispersed. The author closed her laptop and put it in her backpack. The friend lingered, and when the author had picked up all of her things, they walked toward the author's car together.
"How about a spontaneous wish?" the author asked when they reached the car. She threw her bag in the back seat and turned to the friend with hopeful eyes. He pretended to contemplate before his face lit up.
"I'm always up for a spontaneous wish, Tip-Tap." Together they ran across the square to the fountain catching the water trickling out of the cliffside. The author fumbled through her pockets and found two coins. The friend held out a marker towards her. She grabbed it and wrote a wish on her coin. When the friend had done the same, they balanced on the marble edge of the fountain. They flicked their coins into the water.
"Don't fall!" The friend laughed, the edge was slippery, and the author swayed dramatically before grabbing onto the friend to keep her balance.
"I won't fall, but I might push!" she laughed, the friend barely had time for a startled yell before the two of them fell into the fountain. Already drenched to the bone, they splashed water on each other. A water fight to life or death.
Their laughter echoed over the now-empty town square, and the author thought to herself that this moment was one she would cherish for a long time.
There was an odd feeling in the air. Anticipation, longing, nervosity. The author took a greedy breath, her lungs filled with the atmosphere. Sweat, pizza grease and hot sugar being the main components. It's time for the town square celebration, the author had wolfed down several sugary doughnuts before she started writing.
"Hiya tip-tap, how's the writing going?" the voice came from someone right next to the authors left ear. She looked up to find a friend.
In his hands, the friend carried two paper cups. He handed one to the author, who smiled when she saw the name written on it in uneven black letters. "Tip-tap" was both her nickname and an inside joke. The friend has first called her that after hearing her write intensely on her laptop. He claimed that tip-tap had to be the perfect nickname for her. Since nothing is her as much as the sound of her fingers on a keyboard.
"Words a' plenty." the author took a sip from the paper cup.
"Heat, delicious."
"I'd think so, it's very you to forget your coat in this weather." The friend laughed, a very melodic sound. The author shuffled to the side, making room on the wooden bench for the friend. He sat down close to her, and together they shared their excitement. Something is supposed to be happening soon.
An excited chatter rose from the front of the tent, making the author and the friend look towards the stage. As the rain stopped, it's time.
On the stage stood two people in black blazers and shiny shoes. With guitar and piano, they cleared the middle of the square. The author and the friend stood on their bench, looking over the heads of the crowd. They saw the square clearly, and as if from nowhere, there was dance.
The author joined in the crowd's amazement. The music and shimmering costumes enchanted the square. It lived up to every expectation set before they started.
When the show was over, the crowd dispersed. The author closed her laptop and put it in her backpack. The friend lingered, and when the author had picked up all of her things, they walked toward the author's car together.
"How about a spontaneous wish?" the author asked when they reached the car. She threw her bag in the back seat and turned to the friend with hopeful eyes. He pretended to contemplate before his face lit up.
"I'm always up for a spontaneous wish, Tip-Tap." Together they ran across the square to the fountain catching the water trickling out of the cliffside. The author fumbled through her pockets and found two coins. The friend held out a marker towards her. She grabbed it and wrote a wish on her coin. When the friend had done the same, they balanced on the marble edge of the fountain. They flicked their coins into the water.
"Don't fall!" The friend laughed, the edge was slippery, and the author swayed dramatically before grabbing onto the friend to keep her balance.
"I won't fall, but I might push!" she laughed, the friend barely had time for a startled yell before the two of them fell into the fountain. Already drenched to the bone, they splashed water on each other. A water fight to life or death.
Their laughter echoed over the now-empty town square, and the author thought to herself that this moment was one she would cherish for a long time.
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