Our First Words.

She was in front of me in line at the coffee shop, just the two of us. While I can't remember who said what first, one of us spoke and the other answered, in a pleasant little bit of conversation. It made my day. Actually, it made my week. There was just something so sweet and inviting about her voice, and she has an irresistible, irrepressible smile.

She comes to the coffee shop frequently, sitting occasionally with a few women, but is often joined by a gentleman who I assume she has some sort of relationship with - unfortunately.

I find my eyes constantly drawn to her when she is there. Wishing she was sitting with me I suppose.