Every morning We meet at the Coffee Shop

Every morning Rachel is at a coffee shop, who is her companion

Every morning, Monday through Friday, I stare at her. At Six in the morning, she’s tired. She sits at her table in the coffee shop on the corner Gillion Street and 23rd street. She stares out the window. I just stare at her; hoping she’ll notice me and drink from my eyes, pools of desire. She’s beautiful.
Dark hair, light skin, eyes that are intelligent and quick. I’m so close to her I can smell the coconut in her hair and the intoxicating sweet and spicy floral perfume. She always seems to have something on her mind. A deep thoughtful quandary that is full of mystery and wondering. I just stare. I can’t help it.
Finally, after staring at her, she notices and turns her attention to me. Finally. I have been dressed up in my brown suit and audacious red dress shirt and white top hat, just for this moment. She reaches out to me and squeezes around my waist and pulls me close. Our lips meet. She drinks of my desire. I enjoy every second of this moment. We release our embrace and I returned to where I was. Sitting next to her. She continues staring at her computer. No words. No introduction. No explanation.
I know that she can only focus on her computer screen for so long till she will want another taste of what I have to offer her. I’m her muse; inspiration for all that she types on her computer.
“Hey Rachel! How are you this morning?” I watch as this young woman I’ve never seen or heard of greets my love.
“I’m great Lindsey! I’ve been working on my story and making great progress!” I sit next to her just basking in the accomplishment that we have made this morning on her story. Waiting for an introduction.
“You want a ride to work Rach?”
“Absolutely! The rain is just pouring down outside!”
Rachel packs up her backpack and starts to leave the coffee shop. Wait, what about me? Am I coming with you? I can’t find a voice to say anything. My ability to find a voice like the ability of a soggy, used tea bag having the ability to flavor hot water.
“Rachel, grab your coffee, it looks sad being left on the table like that.”
Rachel runs back to the table she was sitting at with me. Grabbing me around my brown waist coat, she pulls me close to her, and lifts me close to her lips and once again we embrace.
“Oh, Lindsey, I think I’ve sucked down all my coffee in such a short amount of time.”
Wait, I still have a little left to offer you my sweet lady!!!
My thoughts remain my own. They are unheard. She tosses me into the garbage next to the exit on the way out the door with Lindsey, on the way to work.