Coffee shop

A bronze haze reflected off the windows of the coffee shop.

The bell rang, sounding there was a new visitor.

Indie tunes bounced off the brownstone walls

and the air was thick with the smell of deliquescent coffee beans,

with an essence of a smoky tinge.

She sat in the back with a half-empty order of cappuccino in one hand,

while the other typed away.

He stared out into the summer heat,

wondering when it would finally rain today.

Somewhere between the shift of a muscle and a sudden glance around the room,

His brown eyes locked with her blue.

A smile spoke what words couldn't say.

And, suddenly, the future was a more promising sweetener than cream or sugar.