October 1, 2021

It feels unfair, now. That every remaining memories about you, is just a memory now.  

"No Vanilla Latte today." he uttered, looking like threatening me with his small eyes-- that absolutely never worked on me. 

"No vanilla latte?"  i questioned the counter-lady, and she was confused as if asking me back tilting her head an inch.

"Let's just have americano. Two?"  

He lured me to follow him-- oh not going to work, dear...

"Me -- vanilla latte, please..." I handed my card.

He flicked me and laughed.

"Someone is gonna pile up sugar in her cheeks again today."

"Yes. Who cares?"

It was his first treat. His very own 4.5 dollars which almost fly me to the moon, not because it was enough to buy the rocket's ticket and all the astronaut's gears -- but his very 4.5 dollars contained his whole hearty heart.

It was his first text, yesterday. His very own single seconds he spared to ask me out for a coffee. It was a very short query:

"tomorrow, coffee?" 

 two words-- but means world to me. 

Mr. Americano, never spent his times to prattle on a chat, he is rather short and flat.

We met today, for the first time we didn't call it coincidence, even though i knew, the yesterday, and another yesterday were also not a coincidence-- i did wait for him to appear.

"so, busy?" he started the talk.

"ah-- did i ask about your day job?"

"i never expected you would be in that field..."

"but we connect well-- in many ways..."

 "it is a fate-- i believe it is..."

 "we crossed ways-- well, anyway..."

He is effusive.

But his every words was a trigger for my SA-nodes. 

It spurred my heartbeat-- in a good way. 

My facial nerve got crazy and couldn't stop smiling -- oh dear...