Dreams and Visions

A Cup of Coffee. (Part 2)

The next time I saw The Little Red Cafe was when I was in college. 

It had changed alot since the last time I had seen it. It was now a booming little business, the coolest cafe in town, the place to be for your morning coffee. 

It was a week into classes and I had finally decided to try it out. 

I had long forgotten my friends from high school. They had not been real friends and not worth my time. Michelle got pregnant, Brianna got married at 18 to her high school sweetheart and divorced from her first husband at 19 and a half. The others were strippers, Walmart or McDonald's employees.

I was actually pursuing my dream of becoming an art teacher. 

I walked in through the door and found the cafe bustling. The employees said the wait in line would take an hour and a half, and just to sit in the corner and wait for a quiet moment would be best.

I sat in the corner and observed the dark red walls with old French posters from the 50s and 60s. They were stylish and definitly added an atmosphere. I pulled out my little notepad and began doodling. 

I suppose it was about half an hour when he approached me. 

"You are beautiful-- I mean that is beautiful." he said quickly correcting himself, pointing to my doodle that had turned out to be a landscape drawing. I gave him a small smile.

"Can I sit down please?" he asked pointing to the only other chair at the table.

"Be my guest."

We ended up talking for hours. 4 to be exact. We discussed for about 5 cups of coffee, depending on how you measure time.

The important thing was the first words out of my future husband, the father of my children, the man I was going to grow old with was "You are beautiful."