My coffee love affair continues....

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If you come across a Starbucks in Green Park, London, there is a high chance you will see me there.
Cradling mug with both hands, sipping and watching the world go by. My favourite pastime since breaking up with Henry. He was a nice man, but he was a tea lover. Need I say anymore?

Today I have an important presentation at 9am. Although I dislike the new boss (another tea lover) I need to make a good impression with our pay rise review in a couple of weeks' time.

"Good Morning! ...the usual?"
"Yes, large, black!"

It's how I like it first thing in the morning. Even more so this morning. I have not slept properly for 3 nights in a row.

It's 8.10am. Enough time for a sit down, enjoy my brew and a last minute preparation for my presentation.

8.20am... sip... 8.35am...sip.. I check my watch.. he's normally here by now.

Maybe he decided to change Cafe? perhaps they serve better coffee down the road?

He's dark, tall and he's a coffee lover too! I can tell a coffee lover.
People who like drinking coffee are people that live for the moment. And those who like their coffee black are feisty in character. They like a challenge and downright honest!

Usually he comes in around 8.20am. I'm there already seated. With his pin-striped suit and leather suitcase, well-shaven and chiselled features, he orders his black coffee and usually sits down for 10 minutes to read the Financial Times.

Oh god I'm can't believe I am getting upset over a stranger. I should be concentrating on my notes but instead my thoughts are on him.

Where IS he?

The door swings open and he enters. I am already captivated.

In truth, I have been eying this guy up for 3 months solid. Today is my lucky day he chooses a table near me. I refrain from looking. I must not stare. I keep my head down and start twirling a few strands of my hair with my finger. I wonder whether he has noticed me? He sips, I sip, we are in synchrony. I feel slightly aroused from the aroma of the coffee and the aroma of his aftershave.

I tell myself that I will pluck up the courage to say hello to him tomorrow.
oh damn! 8.45am. Time to make a move.

As I leave the Cafe I turn and take one more look at him... yes ... tomorrow....definitely .... tomorrow....

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