Love Story-01

The Motive Which changed Everything: The Latte.

Emma did not really like Mondays. They were noisy, hectic and time they always began like this; she spilled something. This Monday was no ordinary one.

She was late as usual, and she dashed into her favorite speciality coffee shop, the Bean There, Loved That and fussed at her cardigan, and with her laptop bag jiggling as she ran. She did not realize she had crashed right into the guy in line until they both end up spilling their coffee.

Oh dear! thought she, in gasp of foam-wet sleeve. The stranger looked down on his now half-full cup and then up at her smiling.

Oh that is good hello.

Emma flushed to the beet-root. I am so awful! I had not seen--oh my god, I will get you another one.”

He chilled, and shook his head. Donnya nimesa. It was coffee only.”

She gave a look at his shirt with a spotless latte ring. It is all over you.

Oh, it does not matter, he was laughing. I was anyway in want of a new coffee-scent shirt.

That caused her to smile notwithstanding herself. He put out a hand. “I’m Theo.”

She shrugged it by saying, Emma. His warmth was the reflection of his hand. Comforting.

They sat down unexpectedly trying to wait until their beverages were re-prepared. She was actually explaining to him her hectic Monday habit, her clumsy nature and addiction to adding excess cinnamon to her coffee.

He followed her with his ears, and invented enterprises of his own--how he never came in on time, because he certainly wanted to be there when it was all in an upset, and how he never liked the taste of cinnamon, but would come around to it some day.

The one poured out cup of coffee turned into an hour long chat. Then two. They swapped phone numbers and giggled at the craziness of it all.

The following Monday, Emma had entered the cafe and Theo was already there waiting and with two coffees. Holding it out with one hand he said, “one has too much cinnamon, the other too little.”

It turned into their tradition. Mondays ceased being the worst day of Emma, and it became her favorite one. The two sampled all the seasonal beverages, created new fantasies about the other revelers at the cafe and debated on who was lousier at latte art work (it was even).

Months passed. Soon their coffee dates took turns to walks, dinners and late night phone calls. School started becoming something that Emma stop dreading Mondays, as they meant Theo.

One afternoon, as she entered the cafe, on Monday, he was not at the usual table, but close to the counter, and he held in his hand a small box.

What is this?” she said taking it.

Inside this was a key fastened to which was a very small cinnamon stick.

Come live with me, Theo said, and trembling and with hope in his heart. This can be ours. Let us make Mondays and all days ours.

Emma hesitated with tears in her eyes, and nodded. You promise to do coffee with me, at least, once a week, or I will not accept….

He grinned. “Deal.”

And such was the case as one spilt coffee led to a lifelong love affair.