Rain fell lightly on a cloudy afternoon. Angga stood in front of a small coffee stall on the side of the road. The stall looked simple, with worn wooden tables and chairs that were starting to rot. The aroma of thick black coffee wafted out, warming the cold atmosphere.
"Come in, Sir. The rain is going to get heavier," said an old man who owned the stall.
Angga nodded and entered. In the corner of the stall, he saw a woman in a red jacket sitting alone, looking out the dewy window. Her face looked calm, but her eyes were full of stories.
"Iced coffee or hot coffee, Sir?" asked the old man.
"Just hot black coffee, Sir," answered Angga while glancing at the woman briefly.
The woman suddenly turned her head and smiled. "In this rain, hot coffee is the best choice," she said.
Angga smiled awkwardly. "Yes, especially if there are fried bananas."
They both chuckled. A light conversation began. The woman introduced herself as Dinda, a photographer looking for inspiration in this small town. Angga, who works as a graphic designer, also often travels to find ideas.
The rain was getting heavier, but Angga and Dinda were immersed in their own stories. They shared stories about work, dreams, and memories. Before they knew it, the cup of coffee that was initially hot was now cold.
"I like the rain," Dinda said suddenly. "It's like giving us a break from the world that's too fast."
Angga nodded in agreement. "Yes, the rain makes us stop for a moment, think, and maybe... meet new people."
Dinda smiled. The rain began to ease, and the cloudy sky slowly turned bright.
"I have to go," Dinda said as she stood up. "Thanks for the chat, Angga."
Angga just nodded, a little disappointed that the conversation felt short. But before Dinda left, she left a business card on the table.
"If you want to chat again, contact me," she said as she stepped out.
Angga looked at the business card with a faint smile. The rain may have stopped, but in Angga's heart, something new has just begun.
The coffee shop, simple and small, became a place where two souls met—amidst the drizzle and the aroma of coffee that enveloped the afternoon.