Tag: The Claire Scott Story

A Cup Of Coffee & You (Part 3) (Final)

A Cup Of Coffee & You (Part 3) (Final)

“They say office romances can turn into a big mess. Especially when it involves your boss. Ryan just didn’t think so.” — Surprisingly I didn’t feel nervous like I used to when I noticed Claire Scott walking into the office the very next day. It was strange because I probably felt some kind of confidence instead seeing her from afar that morning, if I recall my feelings that morning correctly at all. I didn’t see her again after that until after lunch hour……

A Cup Of Coffee & You (Part 2)

A Cup Of Coffee & You (Part 2)

“Ryan tries to forget about what happened between him and Claire. But can he really forget everything when something he least expected happens?” — It didn’t matter what time I woke up the next day. The next thing I knew I was in that cubicle, staring blankly at the computer screen, wondering if I had been quite an idiot those past two days. Everything felt flat that morning. I avoided going to that particular photocopy machine……

A Cup Of Coffee & You (Part 1)

A Cup Of Coffee & You (Part 1)

“Love is in the air at work. Ryan develops a crush on his boss and she finds him fun to talk to. Will things go as smoothly as Ryan hopes them to be, or will it turn into a big mess?” — I was accompanied by the sound of heavy rain outside while being gazed by the 14-inch computer screen in front of me. I had become sick of that screen, sick of that cubicle that I had learnt to treat as my second home; the “sacred” cubicle of mine that I had come to spend most of my time at in the last three years……

Shadows In The Rain

Shadows In The Rain

“She couldn’t bear the weight of his dream when hers was nowhere to be found.” — All my life, I never really dreamt of meeting someone who would understand me by the heartbeat, warm my heart with just a smile; talk into it without words. But I met Phil. Phil was, everything that I was never ready for. Phil was, everything that my heart tried so hard to disprove. Phil was, perhaps, a different kind of flavor of my life. Bitter, sweet, and brief……