Lets Meet

She peeped over the cardboard cup spewing the aroma of burnt beans.
She took a long discouraging sip. She always hated coffee but she drank it anyways. Somehow it made her seem more sophisticated. She needed more sugar, more milk, more life. With her head held down she glided over to the condiments table across from her post. She made sure not to attract any extra attention. She took another look hoping that the hood on her pee coat would hide her glare. He was still sitting there by the door face set on the New York Times article he had been reading for the past 45 minutes. She was convinced that he was hiding something behind that paper and somehow she desperately wanted to know what it was. The creamy milk somehow became fascinating. It wasn’t like the milk at home or any other milk she had ever seen. Perhaps it wasn’t milk at all. Oh that’s right it says cream. She got the urge to taste it, all by itself. There was something seductive about it and she wanted to taste its goodness without any distractions. People don’t really drink cream but they add it to everything because they know it will make it taste better. So why not drink it by itself? She dabbed her finger into the small puddle of cream she managed to spill strategically on to the table then sucked the cream off. She liked it. Satisfied she walked back to her post only to find that it had become occupied. She looked around for another seat but could only find one vacant in the front of the café right next to him.
“Mister bigman750” she exhaled. He was not what she had imagined. Attractive, yes, but there was an awkward aura to him that did not rub her the right way. For one he was way too punctual; showing up to meet her 15 minutes before they had planned, she thought he must not have anything better to do that day but to rush over and meet his online crush. He wore a horrific crispy blue button up that still had the fold marks from coming right out the package. And he kept his face covered by the newspaper as if he too was weary of this whole occasion. She had had enough. A hour had already went by and she hoped that he would leave but he was dead set on waiting for the person he didn’t know was already there. She was afraid he would recognize her from the profile picture if she tried to make an exit so she waited it out with him. But this was ridiculous so she decided to go take the seat by his side and wait to be wooed.
She was reluctant to remove her hood but thought she looked weird so she disposed of if slowly. She was definitely a red head. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, still dead set on keeping the newspaper in front of his face. It was her, “hotmama69” and she was gorgeous. Everything he had hoped for. She seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, like an angel from heaven. He wanted to say, “Hi how are you?” But he was way too exited at the moment and he was afraid he might have screeched it out too fast. She didn’t seem to recognize him anyway, or did she? He hated when he got like this; shy, or really afraid. How could a grown ass man with his status be so afraid to let lose and let go. She would definitely appreciate his conversation, he was articulate, but she might ask him something about politics, something he knew very little about. She might ask him about his hobbies but he had none, unless you considered staying up all night on the computer in chat rooms while watching porn and eating take out in his three bedroom condo, two of which were completely empty. What about his friends? He had some cool friends back from college; all had fantastic lives and could talk the panties off of any woman, even her. But he kept his distance from them and focused more on his career and making excuses for himself. He looked at the paper.

“Hi”
Somehow he said “Hello”.
They sat in silence all night until the café closed. They walked away in opposite directions both hoping they could somehow manage to try it again.