A Quiet Decision – Chapter Seven – Coffee and Quiet Thoughts
The Saturday morning sun filtered through the thin curtains in Alex’s apartment, casting long, warm beams across the hardwood floor. He had been awake for a while, sitting quietly at the edge of his bed, sipping at a glass of water while absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. The faint rustle of the plastic beneath his jeans was something he was still getting used to—barely audible to anyone else, but for him, each sound was a reminder of what he was wearing.
He wasn’t nervous this morning, exactly. More… aware. Today, he was meeting Mark, an old friend from university, for coffee at the little café near the park. It wasn’t anything unusual—they met once or twice a month—but this would be the first time Alex would go out in public with someone he knew while padded. The thought had been sitting in the back of his mind all morning, quietly humming like the fridge in his kitchen.
After showering and dressing—choosing a loose hoodie and comfortable jeans—he paused for a moment in front of the mirror. The reflection showed no obvious signs. To anyone else, he was just Alex. But he could feel it. The soft bulk between his legs, the gentle snugness around his waist. It was a kind of reassurance, like a hidden layer of safety.
The walk to the café was pleasant, the late-summer air carrying a hint of coolness that signaled autumn wasn’t far away. When Alex pushed open the door, the familiar bell chimed, and the smell of roasted coffee beans wrapped around him like a blanket. He spotted Mark right away, sitting by the window with a half-empty cup, tapping idly at his phone.
“Hey, man!” Mark grinned, standing to give Alex a quick handshake and a half-hug. “It’s been too long.”
They ordered their drinks—Alex went for a cappuccino, Mark a black coffee—and settled into their usual rhythm. Conversation flowed easily: work updates, a funny story about Mark’s new neighbor, a few shared memories from their student days. Alex found himself laughing, genuinely enjoying the moment.
But underneath the comfortable chatter, there was a low hum of awareness. Every time he shifted in his seat, he felt the soft padding press back, a quiet reminder of what was different today. It wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, it was oddly grounding. His mind drifted briefly to the first time he’d tried this in public, the cautious trip to the pharmacy, the unexpected kindness of the staff member. He wondered if he might ever see her again.
And then, as if on cue, he did. Through the wide café window, he noticed a woman walking past on the sidewalk, her hair catching the sunlight. He recognized her instantly—the same pharmacy clerk who had helped him choose his first pack. She didn’t look inside, and Alex didn’t call out. But his stomach did a small, involuntary flip. The moment passed, and she disappeared into the crowd.
Mark didn’t notice; he was in the middle of telling a story about a misdelivered package. Alex smiled, nodding in the right places, but part of his attention lingered on that fleeting sighting. It felt like a thread being woven into something bigger, though he didn’t yet know what.
By the time they finished their drinks, the nervous tension that had clung to him earlier had softened into a quiet satisfaction. Nothing dramatic had happened. No one had noticed. He’d just… lived his morning, shared laughs with a friend, and carried his private comfort with him.
As they stepped out into the sunlight, Mark clapped him on the shoulder. “Same time next month?”
“Yeah,” Alex said, smiling. “Definitely.”
The air was crisp, the city alive with weekend energy. Alex slipped his hands into his hoodie pocket and started walking home, the faintest rustle reminding him that this morning—simple as it had been—was still a small step forward.
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