Coffee For Amy

Coffee For Who?

I sit.
I breathe in monotone with those around me.
The pitch needs to be exact.
Or I fear she might hear me.

The slender chimes sway softly in the wind. Their hollowness compliments the sound produced when they are abruptly interrupted from their little dance and make the sound that I heard as she walked in. *Ring*. She picks my table. All the space available since this shop is not usually busy and she places her purse near mine and scoots in the seat near me. "Could you be a dear and mind my belongings" She asks with a voice like that of silk. Words caught on my lips but when I try to produce a sound that humans actually use to communicate red ovals that will never be even thanks to the biological composition of the human body appear on the cheeks of my face. She smiles as if that in itself was a reply with no intent on instigating if my response was yes or no and goes off to order a coffee. I pull out my notepad and make a mention of this meeting that was tugging at one of the imaginary parts of the human body also known as my heart strings.

She is vey cute
She entrusted me with her personal belongings
Is this what it means to attain a good level of human trust
I want to meet her again but it would be weird to impose myself on her
I will wait for her to make her next move and I will respond according to the laws of love
Oh how I ache for this could be our first and last run in.

She comes back and once again sits at the plank wood chairs that are made for the use of two if the situation ever presented itself. Although gladly today it hadn't or buckets of sweat would have been released from my pores. She looks at me with intent in her eyes. Her gleaming body capturing me in a state one might compare with paralysis but this was diffrent as this was a state I could see myself in many times and not mind.

Her round plump lips form into the shape one makes when they prepare to buss with another. She puts the sweet Mocha to her gorgeous lips and slowly the opaque features of the glass cup begin to disperse leaving a dirty residue. Then she is done enjoying her beverage she slowly looks up at me and I happen to meet her gaze.

The rock hard gaze draws the breath out of my body faster than a punch from a God.

I finally break the coil of silence which was suffocating the room to such an extent. Many of the shops patrons in which I was dining had long since left the residence so it was me and this enchantress and the tapster who I gave a stern look of certainty to. He took the message and left but first approached our table with the usual denim jeans and firm mustache and his ballpoint pen custom inscribed with the phrase -A stache, A man-. He spoke with a sense of urgency letting his accent roll off of his voice while retaining a decent English mix. "Any Fiñal orderś"... Silence followed almost a full five minutes which seemed to stretch out into millenniums after his statement. I replied letting this darling hear the first of any sign that I had a voice in the first place "Two coffees" I replied rather modestly. Ms.Beautiful looked at me with sad eyes and asked "Why two?" I replied cautiously "I wanted to enjoy one with you". More silence. She yawns. Then our gazes meet. The tapster getting that the vibe was turning into something a tad sour took an exit and said he would start preparing our coffees. I told this girl that I would go to the bathroom and if she could excuse me.

30 minutes pass
And my hands still clenching
Not eating this morning
Has me feeling quite weary
But I must get back to her ms.nameless
For she is my damsel
My fair maiden

After finishing my buissness in the crapper I return to the oak table to discover that Ms.Nameless was gone and in place of her was a empty coffee cup with a flimsy sheet of parchment tucked underneath.

Amy.