.: Over Coffee

The coffee mug sat in the middle of the table, still warm from its arrival. Delicate fingers wrapped around the handle and lifted it in to the air. It hovered briefly before touching the pink lips of a young woman.

A small sip satisfied her, and she returned the mug to its original spot and continued listening intently to the caller.

Her lips parted in want of speaking, but she remained silent. Her deep brown eyes glanced outside the coffee house and watched the snowflakes danced about in the cool weather. She was lost in the moment as she held on to the cellular phone, still able to focus on each word he was saying to her.

With a smile and eyes still fixed upon the busy streets, she said sweetly, "Ne, let's go on a date."

He stopped in the middle of his sentence and asked her to repeat what she had said, even though he clearly heard her.

"A date... now." The sweetness in her voice never left as she spoke those words of what seemed like an order, but her tone was very gentle, with a hint of seductive wanting.

He seemed unsure, but she only giggled, indicating her mind was set, "Yes, now." He was quiet, letting the seconds passed between them...

Through the whole time, the gentle smile remained on her lips, "I love you."