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Coffee Anyone? Part II in the "That Alluring Scent" series.


Entering a Starbucks is like
visiting a busy city in a foreign land.
The powerful aroma of coffee
ignites the air with excitement.
Students study in well lit corners.
Friends meet for lively conversation.
I hesitate for a moment,
then join the long line,
all of us waiting anxiously
for our own personal caffeine hit.
Suddenly, fear courses through me.
Vente? Grande? Machiato?
What language is this?
I must have slept through this class
in college.
Its my turn, as I fumble for words,
trying to convey my order.
I hear a deep chuckle just inches away,
behind me.
I slowly turn and find myself
eye level with a familiar, sexy dimple
that seems to wink at me.
In fluent "Starbucks" he completes my order.
This lovely man can read my mind.
Can he also read that
I'd like one of him, to go?
As I stare at him,
blathering words of thanks,
time stands still.
Is this simply coincidence or
perhaps a sign?
Completely unprepared for this unexpected encounter,
I grab my coffee, flash an appreciative smile,
and quickly leave,
sadly noticing, on the way out,
the empty two top table, in the darkened corner,
that could have been the perfect spot
for our first "date".

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