at last

I sit in the back of the coffeeshop, procrastinating as always.

I rest my chin in my hands and go off in a daze.

That’s when you walk in and knock me out. You seem to catch my eyes and they cannot be set free. Suddenly Etta James comes on over the speakers. At last. You have come along. My lonely days are over. It’s stupid, they tell me. Love at first sight. But I know it’s real. I mean it’s standing right at the counter, talking to the barista. I smile at the thought of you and all that you mean from this moment on. I guess I caught your eye too because you sit at the table next to me, smile, and politely say hello. I definitely lose my focus now, adding to the procrastination. The beating of my heart quickens and I try my hardest not to break a sweat because how cute would that be? But the harder I try the more beads form across my forehead. I hold my breath every time I sneak a peek at you from the corner of my eye. 

“Play it cool!” I say to myself- in my head of course because how crazy would I sound talking to myself? How do I approach you? Or did you already approach me by sitting her? Is it my turn to make a move? What do I even begin to say? What if this is the universe telling me to take matters into my own hands? I have to say something.

“Hi, please forgive me for being so forward,” Oh my god! I’m actually speaking! “But I couldn’t help but notice you. Would you like to go out sometime?” 

You smile. I think that’s a good sign. Anticipation takes a hold of me and a world of possibility is dawning as you open your mouth to speak. 

Crash

The sound of glass shattering.

Reflex brings me back to reality and I come out of my daze. 

I was just day dreaming. As always. 

All eyes are on the barista as she cleans up the shattered mug, making sure they don’t step on any pieces. Across the room, you look up from the commotion and make eye contact with me. 

Looking into your eyes shatters my world and gives me butterflies. 

You smile politely and walk on out the door.