He likes coffee, she likes tea.
They always pass each other
But they never meet.
Until the day she looked his way noticed him reading her favorite book.
She started walking toward him,
Her eyes on his face.
He noticed her looking,
His heart started to race.
He'd been looking at her since that very first day.
While staring,
His coffee missed the table and landed on his shirt.
She hid her giggle, he hid his blush- neither was a flirt.
She started to walk away
he begged her to stay.
That was the beginning of
The first coffee stain.
