Coffee Break

He agreed to meet me at the coffee shop. The one with the cafe tables in front and the forest green velvet couches inside. He smiled when he turned to see that it was me who had made the bell ring on the front door as I entered. Hands on the small of my back...kiss on the forehead just above my sunglasses...so familiar. He smiled again at my sundress, sandals and cinnamon lipgloss. I was so in the mood for an iced latte. It was the whole reason I'd said to meet me at the coffee shop, but he knows the "old" me so well that he'd already ordered my "old" favorite--venti white mocha...a blueberry struesel muffin. I pouted and sighed, but only on the inside because the thought was so sweet. We sat outside at one of the wrought iron tables with the black umbrellas. As we talked I noticed that he still stares at me with the same intensity and adoration as he did years ago. The conversation was deep and stimulating. Two hours had gone by in a blink. Still the gentleman he walked me to my car which was only a few feet away. Hands on the small of my back (again), (another) kiss just above my sunglasses. A wave and a sexy colgate smile as I drive away from him in the parking lot. Ten minutes later....a text that makes me blush. That was my saturday morning coffee break.