This day was like any other until she walked in. I noted that she was dressed rather sharp I assumed she was from London or some such a mature place where people dressed to suit their needs and profession not to adhere to the all-powerful fashion God. I dress as too not be noticed it has worked thus far. She bought her coffee and as soon as it touched her lips was bright eyed and ready for the day. Having consumed one to many cups of the bland black liquid created on the only spot here on Earth that has a franchise in Hell. She looked around for a place to sit and was unable to find one, even though if I remember correctly I and another few people sat in the nearly empty shop. Yet she still walked up to my table and asked for a seat.
�Hello this seat taken?� she said as she pulled out the chair.
�It is now.� I tried to pull off as clever, but felt it was lost on her who was bending back to reach the other table�s cream. Seeing as this had never happened before I didn�t know how to act even in the years Goth�s felt the need to squat in this place and recite their drab, uncreative rants they would rather sit on the floor than ask me for a seat. �I�ve never seen you here before new to town or just passing through?� I wanted to learn more about the woman who was sitting with me.
�I�m passing through and this looked like just the place to get a thick black cup of coffee, I was correct in my assumption. What about yourself you seem to be a regular? Her mouth was covered by her coffee she seemed to hold for warmth with both hands and would take small sips from.�
�What makes you say that?� I was sitting up now and staring into her eyes. I had one eye brow raised and had sat my coffee down.
�Well for starters you never looked around once when I came in nor when I sat down. Two you have a personal mug that doesn�t look cheep. After saying this she adjusted herself in the seat and shifted side from side still holding the coffee the same way. She looked satisfied and held a seductive grin.�
I struggled for a response and when none came I said, �So what brings you into town?�
�Flight 692. What brings you to this shop so often?� Her weight shifted to one of the arms on the chair and she looked at me dead on with one eye brow raised with that grin I was starting to enjoy.
I laughed at her flight joke and said, �I�m not sure it just feels right being here, maybe I�m waiting for the right woman to walk in.� It was at about this moment I understood how a death row inmate felt and knew his only thought. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck. My god I�m dense. Yet she looked at me opened her perfect mouth and laughed a laugh I wanted nothing more that to create. I chuckled along and hoped it was at my remark not at me.
�Quite the charmer aren�t we?� She put her hand to her chin and her pointer finger went over her mouth.
�Well I was going to ask you to coffee....� We both started in on a laugh that was too only be described as the only moment I would ever live in for the rest of my life.
�How long are you in town for?� I now was bent over the table and had both elbows supporting me. I had my hands around my coffee that had grown cold not that I wanted to drink any more I had something much better to do now that she was here.
�As long as need be.� She winked at me and I was going to vomit I could have sworn I have never been that astonished in all my life. Vomit of joy sounds like a band or a song. I�m sure it is I�ll have to look that up.
�Would you like to go somewhere?� I reached for her hand and her for mine.
�Anywhere.� She said it so softly that I could have been the only man ever to hear it.I stood and turned around for my coat the hanger was about three steps from our table I put it on looking at her the entire time she sat unmoving and waiting for me.
�Let me toss my coffee.� I smiled and she looked up at me as if for the first time.
�That�s very nice of you to give me my own table.� She nodded and drank her coffee.
�You don�t remember me do you?� It sounds more and more rehearsed each time I say it.
�No I�m sorry, have we met?�
�I left that coffee shop and just stood in the rain until they closed and the kid who ran the place kept glancing at me he would have come out if he wasn�t seeing me for the first time each time.�
He stares at me once my story is finished as he has for several years. Then something will distract him and he�ll wonder off not knowing why he was sitting with me. A few times we�ve talked for hours I know everything about this young man his job, family, and his trouble with woman who keeps coming back only to hurt him again. I don�t need to come here I can�t say I even like the place, but I don�t think this young man does either. He never buys coffee he just comes in.