We meet at this coffee shop. It's quiet here. Not many people come here. The main hostess and owner... she's a foreigner. She's cute, humming softly but loudly so it fills the vast, empty space of the shop making you feel at peace.

I feel in love with her... her gentle, warm, caring smile, her bright, twinkling eyes, her soft, gentle voice that was lassed with playfulness every morning when she asked,

"What can I get you today, Mr. 'Black coffee, no cream, no sugar'?"

I thought, 'One of these days I'll ask her...' As I nodded every morning to her playfulness, a small smile on my lips. 'One of these days.'