I sit here reading and drinking a cappuccino
It’s the same coffee I have every day at this time.

I choose the seat where I sit so I can see the door.  Every now and then I look up to see if you are there.    I look at my phone to see the time, watching it move closer to the moment you might arrive

I say might.  

I don’t know that you will come.  Some days you do and some just pass.   The days are better when you do.

Lots of people come in at this time.  Some I recognise as I’m here so often.  They come alone to work, or with a friend or women in groups happily talking and laughing.

But I sit here just hoping that you will arrive.   A surprise of course as we haven’t arranged anything.

If you do come we will drink coffee and eat almond croissants and I will flirt with you and want to touch you again

Now the time has passed now when I think you will come. Things will continue as before