

CoffeeI saw her every morning. 5 foot ten inches, slim and a brunette. I imagined her hair flowing over her shoulders in a light breeze. A sign on the wall behind the counter stated that all female employees must have their hair tied back at all times. The coffee was adequately sweet and I had a large sip. I love her eyes. Flawless, green tinted, happy. Weary-eyed businessmen liked them also. Flirtatious. Nice teeth too. I know because she smiled in my direction and held up the coffee jug. Refill? A casual smile back: a gentle nod. She elegantly made her way around the counter. I was in the last booth. She was almost over. The metaCoffee
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