I bumped into this lady in a busy city,
We exchanged our apologies
As I helped her to her feet.
I felt responsible for her broken heel,
So I offered to fix it immediately.
I knew of a cobbler next to a cosy café,
It wasn't far just half a block away.
I told her we could get coffee while we wait,
She was hesitate but said yes anyway.
It felt like she was used to this exchange,
Agreeing to an interaction,
Knowing No is what she wanted to say.

We reached the cobbler and I paid,
Then walked into this quiet café,
It was just She and I,
& From her lack of eye contact
it seemed she had a lot on her mind.
I told her, "there's this coffee that taste great
I know you would like"
She finally looked into my eyes,
Like there was part of a script
That was unknown
And didn't know how to play.
She held her gaze, it lingered for like an hour,
and only a few minutes had passed.
She said "I'd love to try it"
I ordered a white chocolate
With Hazel syrup as the sweetener
Mixed into an Arabian coffee.
The smoke rose from her cup,
The taste caressed her taste buds,
She couldn't wait.
This particular mix was something I did,
Just a sweet souring kick to liven my day.
I...