I see you standing there.

A coffee in one hand and today's newspaper in your other.

I don't know your name, but I know how you like your coffee, and I know you always read the headlines of the morning paper. I know your brown eyes have flecks of amber. I know you have a dimple in your chin that only ever appears when your thinking about something. You rub your thumb across your lips when you find something intresting and your eyes light up.

You make my heart flutter every morning, smiling with your eyes as you enter the coffee shop.

I see you and ocassionally you see me, but the moment...