coffee shop

A latte

I was walking across the bridge when i noticed a tall man, with dark brown hair. His head buried in a book, harry potter i think. Curious, i followed him to a small coffee shop, turns out it was my favourite. I looked at him again from across the room, with a clear route of vision. It turns out i always see him there and never notice him- strange.

I approached him slowly, trying not to spill the two lattes that i had just ordered from the counter. I offered him one, "would you like a latte?"

He looked over the edge of his book, letting a stray of ginger highlight fall over his face. He shook his head. And blinked cluelessly with his husky, blue eyes.

"I ordered it for you, it would be a shame for it to go to waste." I said to him.

He delicately placed his book on the table and took a swift sip, leaving a lip mark against his cup.

Already knowing the answer i asked him if he goes here often; everyday, he said in reply.

Although we only spoke for twenty minutes it felt we had spoken for hours on end. It then came the time for each of us to leave, with that we agreed to meet again, same place...same time.