Coffee Stains

iv. his name

His name, she discovered

after two whole weeks of

not seeing the tea-crazed

blue-eyed boy was Humphrey.

"Rey" for short.

He'd walked in earlier

that day, while she'd

been in line waiting

to order a macchiato

and a tasty pastry,

and stole-the corner

booth in the back of

the little café-her spot!

She was outraged as

she watched him plop

down in her seat and

begin to fiddle with the

sugar dispenser. Spilling

the sweet bits all over the

tabletop then with a lightly spit

dampened finger tip he began

to draw or trace or write

something out in sugar.

Angered, she watched

through slitted eyes as he

continued to draw seemingly

mindless patterns onto the

counter top. But just as she

was about to confront him,

He, the tea boy got up and

left, but not before he smirked

right at her-the jerk!

She, however, was surprised

when she went to clean off her

table to see a message scrawled

in sugar. Reading it once, she

blushed. Reading it twice, she

scowled and then blushed.

Reading it thrice, she blushed,

scowled and then blushed again.

It, the message, read:

I see you too lovely. The

name's Humphrey but

you can call me "Rey".

Call me.

Clutching her lukewarm

cup of machiatto she stormed

out of the café, those little numbers

swirling throughout her mind.

His name, she discovered

after two whole weeks of

not seeing the tea-crazed

blue-eyed boy was Humphrey.

"Rey" for short.