Tales Of Love Messages [ COMPLETED ]

Cappucchino

Cappucchino

She leaned back, lifted her cup and looked forward to the great delight of the first sip of cappuccino. Just before taking this long awaited sip, she became thunderstruck. The cup slipped from her hand, flew over the table and the hot coffee spilled over the right trouser leg of a tall man in front of her table.

"Holy god, what is this, a new way of making friends?" the man asked and turned around. Edith sat there and just stared at him. She could not talk.

The man touched his coffee wet trouser leg and said: "I do not know whether this was just your way of approaching men in general, but sorry for being so direct, you could be my grandmother, so it must be something else that struck you!"

In the meantime, Edith opened her handbag, not taking her eyes from the man, her fingers searched for money inside the bag and finally she found a banknote as well as her voice: "Young man, I am very sorry for what has happened, I have no intention to make advances to you, not at all, please take this money for the cleaning of your trousers!" She handed him a 100er banknote and said: "Please sit down and don"t make a fuss". He sat down opposite her while she ordered two cups of cappuccino. The waiter nodded and cleaned the remains of the coffee throw.

They did not talk until the two cups arrived. Then Edith said: "My name is Edith, I am 75 and a widow since 7 years. When you came along and appeared in front of my eyes, I thought my first great love had reappeared, it was like being put back 50 years. Same hairstyle, same movements and also a remarkably similar profile. I was struck by lightning. And I thought that I must find him!"

They shook hands and the young man stated sighingly: "Well, my name is Mirko, I am 36, I studied Informatics, lost my job, because I did not want to work night shifts and there were some other aspects I did not like. I also paint - it is my great hobby and I need the nights for that. So I am actually sort of between two chairs. I work part time in the art gallery around the corner, where they also give me the chance to present some of my work. Three half-days a week I work with handicapped teenagers in the field of Informatics".

He moved the banknote over the table "I cannot accept this, I will wash my trousers tonight, that will do it. And please, I apologize for calling you grandmother, I was a bit stressed". It"s a compliment really, because you also look like my grandmother whom I loved very much.

He took a deep sip of cappuccino and added "And where is this great former love living now?"

Edith also took a large sip of cappuccino, paused a moment and then said with a certain light in her eyes "I do not know at all, I lost his trace many years ago, but it is in these last years as a widow, when I've repeatedly thought about Curt and what he might do, where he might be, etc. When you appeared, I immediately thought that I really must try to find him".

Mirko leaned over the table "O.k., then why do you not start the search. This is not a real problem nowadays. The net helps a lot".

"Which net, what do you mean that I should go fishing?".
"The Internet".
"Aha, and you think this Internet knows where Curt is?".
"The Internet does not really know where he is, but will help finding him".
"You tell me, that the Internet could help finding him, do you really mean it?".
"Of course, Madam!".

"Please, call me Edith!". She moved closer to the table and put her elbows upon it. "To tell you the naked truth, I never cared about all these electronic things and I do not have a computer. But please tell me what I need to install this Internet etc.".

She asked Mirko to make a precise list. The fire in her eyes became stronger as he explained the possibilities and Mirko started rather amusedly to list the things needed. After he finished, Edith thanked him and said "I will arrange for all this and then you will teach me to use this modern stuff this "laptop". I will pay you, of course. Now, I must go. I have a lot to do. Goodbye".