The time of the year I can sit in my favorite Cafe in midtown Manhattan writing poetry, reading, and drinking my favorite cup of tea (Peppermint Tea, of course), the best part of winter, in my opinion. The cafe wasn't known, not many people came, probably 13 people max come a day. I was a usual in the Cafe; it's my second home. My favorite spot is near the window, at moments I stare blankly outside, thinking or just being in my imagination. I get lost in time not even knowing it.
Well, one day this beautiful woman walks in the coffee shop, I've seen beautiful women but you caught my attention like the moon in the sky, beautiful dark caramel complexion, lovely kinky hair, with a style that's unexplainable. You walked to the front with two books in your hand to order a drink. I've glanced your way more than 20 times. I over heard you say "May I have a coffee, no sugar." you walked away with your coffee to the other side of the Cafe, as you placed your books on the table, you looked up to find me glancing in your direction, you smirked then started to read and sip on your coffee.
Many thoughts have crossed my mind in the matter of minutes, such as, are you single, what are you reading, do you write poetry, and much more. I wish I was bold to stroll over, take a seat then begin to compliment you and ask you all of the questions that's settling on my mind but I am not bold enough, I would sound like a broken track on a vinyl instead I will keep quiet and hope we'll find ourselves conversing. I glanced at you from a distance and you looked very concentrated on whatever you were reading, you pulled a pencil and a book out then begin to write, you looked up suddenly, to catch me looking once again, I felt so awkward but you smirked to return back to writing.
I returned to writing; I was working on a poem for a performance in a few weeks. I had writer's block, it was hard for me to even put a sentence together because my mind was mainly on you, asking myself "why are you stuck on her, you just seen her." repeatedly, but I found you very intriguing.
In the corner of my eye I saw a figure walking towards the door, I turned my head left and I have seen it was you, it sucked because I really wanted to converse, or just get your name but it was too late. Being a usual, people don't come back but I was hoping you did. I returned to writing my poem, I still had writers block, so I pulled a book from my bag to give the writing a rest. The cafe begin to close, packed my things to walk home - hoping I can see you tomorrow.
The next day in the cafe was like every other day just different faces, drinking my tea and writing, I was desperately hoping you'll walk in soon but I doubt it. Every time the bell on the cafe door ringed I would look to see if that was you walking in. I lifted my head suddenly to see you walk pass the window I was sitting by. We made eye contact then smiled simultaneously. I was shocked! You came back, being a usual people never come back. You entered then went straight to the front to order your coffee, I was excited you had come back, maybe this time I would be bold enough to talk with her, or compliment her.
I begin to write then a voice that sound so gentle and respectful; like an angel asked me "May I sit here?" I look up to see the woman that my eyes been on since the first time she walked in the cafe, you sat down and placed your books on the table, I didn't know what to say, my mind was moving faster than ever, sitting there trying my hardest not to look nervously or awkwardly. We made eye contact a couple of times but in my head I wanted to ask for your name, it seemed you wanted to talk with me, so I prepared to ask you, your name...repeating the line over & over in my head then I asked you, "What is your name?" you smiled then replied "My name is Jane, what is your name?" I told you my name then we returned to the awkward silence.
You sat there writing continuously, as I sit there I am interested in asking her what is she writing but instead I ask her "are you drinking coffee or tea?" she puts her pen down and replied "I'm drinking coffee, I hate tea." I looked at her in disbelief & with confusion.
