I wrote my coworker a note on a coffee cup. Three months later, I found out who'd been writing back.

I'm 28, and I work in a boring office in a boring building. Nothing exciting ever happens to me. Until a few months ago. One Monday morning, I was in the office kitchen making coffee. I had a bad weekend and a worse mood. On a whim, I took a marker and wrote on my paper cup: "If you're reading this, I hope your day is better than mine." I left the cup next to the sink and went back to my desk, feeling a little silly. The next day, I found a paper cup on my desk. Same style, different handwriting. It said: "It was. Thanks for the push. Hope yours gets better too." I stared at it for a full minute. Then I smiled for the first time in days. So I wrote back. And they wrote back. For weeks, we left cups for each other, always a few words, never a name. Small things like: "Favorite thing about rainy days?" "The sound. And not feeling guilty about staying in. You?" "Cold pizza for breakfast. Judge me." "No judgment. I do the same." I started coming in early just to check my desk. I bought a new marker. I caught myself getting dressed with more care, like the person might be watching. Maybe they were. I had no idea who it was. The office has about 60 people. I started looking at everyone differently. Was it Dave from accounting? Priya from design? The quiet guy who always wore headphones? Last Friday, the cup said something different: "I think I'm falling for someone I've never properly met. This is scary. Can I take you for a real coffee? Tomorrow, 10 AM, the café across the street. I'll be at the window table. If you don't come, I'll understand." I didn't sleep that night. What if it was someone I didn't like? What if it was a joke? What if it was perfect? Saturday morning, I stood outside that café for ten minutes, heart pounding. Then I took a breath and walked in. At the window table sat a man holding a paper cup, turning it nervously in his hands. I knew him immediately. Daniel, from the third floor. The guy who always held the elevator for me and never said more than "Morning." He looked up, went red, and said, "Hi. I'm the one who bought the marker." I laughed so hard I almost cried. I pulled out the first cup I'd ever written on, the one I'd secretly kept, and put it on the table. "I know," I said. "I've been hoping it was you." (I hadn't known. But I'm so glad it was.) We talked for four hours. The coffee went cold. Neither of us cared. EDIT: Wow, thank you all for the kind comments! Yes, we're still talking. We had our third date last night. Daniel wrote "Dinner?" on a cup this morning, and I'm saying yes. submitted by /u/shahroz_aslam_ [link] [comments]

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