Dreamer

Alison

Leaning back on my chair I observed those around me. It's another cloudy day, the putter of rain drops hitting against the window keeps my thoughts at bay. I guess you could consider me a regular in this coffee, I am here at least four times a week.

Coming here has become apart of my daily routine. I walk in, order a medium coffee with cream and then sit down in my usual spot which is in the corner of the coffee shop. It gives me the perfect view of everyone in the shop and entering.

As I push the coffee cup back and forth between my hands, I glance up and notice Michael. I have been coming here for about a year now and the more I came, the more I noticed Michael. He has large brown eyes that become unusually wide when he sees something interesting.

He is quite tall, somewhere in the six foot category and has a nice build too. Strong arms and toned legs, he has this jaw line that is so sharp it could slice bread. Michael works as an English teacher at the nearby high school. He comes in every workday in the morning to enjoy a cup of coffee and will read a book before heading to class. He owns a flat in city centre but wishes he was living out in the suburbs on a large ranch.

Of course I don't know this for sure, hell, his name probably isn't even Michael. In my mind I have pictured this, I have created a life for him in my mind. I pick up my coffee and take a small sip, I look at the lid and see my lipstick smudged against the corner. I wipe it off with my thumb and place it back down on the table.

The door to the coffee shop opens and my eyes dart to who is entering. A woman walks in, she looks down at her phone and slowly slides the device into her purse. Her long dark locks covers her face for a moment but as she looks back up I take in her appearance. Mocha coloured skin and what seems like never ending legs. She's wearing black heels and black skinny jeans. A tank top the flows over her waist and her chestnut coloured hair flows over her shoulders. She is looking around the shop, a friend maybe?

In the corner of my eye I see Michael stand up and walk over towards the brunette. He gives her a hug and a quick peck on the lips. He then walks back over to the table with her following. She sits down across from Michael and stares into his eyes. I wonder how long Michael has been with her? She flashes him a smile that could only be described as flirtatious. She is a tea drinker, I can tell that she hates coffee just by looking at her. When she walked in, her nose crinkled as the smell of grinding coffee beans filled her surroundings.

A waitress walked up to them and asked them what what they would like, he said coffee and surprisingly she said coffee too. The girl is a fool if she believes that drinking coffee will please hi,  if she wants to be with him, she should be herself. He should like her for her, not for who she pretends to be.