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