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it's the first snowfall of december, i pop a peppermint into my mouth and walk in. i grab a dusty book off of the bookshelf and stop at the counter, the lady's name is amanda, i order a tall peppermint mocha off of the chalkboard. "can i have a a name for the order?" she asks. "riley" i reply back.
     i sit down at the round table towards the door. i watch people come in and out, some guys decide to flirt with me, and try to take me under the miseltoe, i simple say no. i watch one fellow though, i keep an eye on him. he's got messy brown hair and brown eyes. i see him take small glances at me. in between paragraphs of the 25 ¢ paper and sips of his lattè.
     "order for riley" amanda calls. i walk up and get my cup of holiday coffee and sit back down and breathe in the words of a good book.
     he walks around, paces too. he gets creamer, sugar- a lot of both. he observes me the way i stalk him. i get so caught up in watching him, i spill my hot beverage on my red sweatshirt with a snoopy iron-on. i run to the extras counter and get napkins. when i get back to my seat, i see coffee fingerprints on a napkin. i also see a name. his name. his fingerprints. this is his way of me getting to know him.
©Meena Katherine, 2012

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Recently, I've been:

Drinking Iced Tea

Watching Charlie Brown Christmas

Eating Hershey Kisses

Making Christmas Gifts

Playing Guitar like CRA-Z

Writing words, thoughts, ramblings, stories, and poems in my journal.

Hopefully you've enjoyed this post.