Coffee Break
That romantic, cozy smell of roasting coffee beans hits me when I walked through the door. But all I saw was you: tall, arrogant, commanding, in the center of the room. Then you saw me, and later you told me all you felt was happy.
I was shaking and flustered as I ordered, but I don’t think you could tell. I knew I was in trouble, oh how I knew. Such a simple thing really. Two old friends, who used to be more than friends, meeting up for something so normal, so innocent. Little did we know, that was the beginning of everything.
Where can I find you for a cup of coffee?
