Cup Of Coffee

It was unusually warm that day and I had to ‘utilize’ my time till my friends finished their lunch. It felt like heaven as I walked into the nearest coffee lounge after getting toasted in the sun. I chose to cool down the soaring temperatures with a frappe. Being a weekday the place was scantily crowded. The air conditioners were running full throttle to maintain couple of degrees below the room temperature. I crashed into the cushions and stretched my legs which were forced to be bent at an angle and work through the traffic.

The moment had arrived as the much awaited potion was placed on the table in front of me. I took the first sip and closed my eyes, savoring the taste as the taste buds seem to subside, with their demands being met. My eyes too were treated with the similar luxury. As I opened my eyes, she was there. She adjusted her belongings and sat in the cushion facing me. She quickly dismissed the waitress after rattling few things.

She settled down comfortably. She appeared fresh and hardly seemed to have been exposed to the sun even for a couple of minutes. Her skin was flawless. She felt as if she would turn red at the slightest touch. Small dimples made their way out on her cheeks as she smiled. She was there in front of me and some how I could not utter a word. She keyed in something fervently and was waiting. There was a thought-a-ton happening in my mind. Conflict of thoughts had already started. I was in a dilemma if I should or not?

Occupied with these thoughts, I paid the bill and before I could realize, the table was cleared. It was time and I had to move on. She smiled mischievously as I crossed her table. I got into the car and drove away smiling feebly at the possible loss of the opportunity that could have opened up new doors.