There she was sitting at the table, oblivious to the turmoil she was causing him. She sat there without a care in the world, reading a book and drinking her coffee. He stood behind the counter – distracted by her. His heart yearned for her. When she walked in it was he could do to hold himself down or he would have jumped over the counter, pulled her close and never let her go.
But he had to play it cool. That was his style – calm, cool, collected – never letting her know how deeply he felt for her. He took his time – learnt about her, subtlety show his interest; show hw they are so much alike. Let her come to him. He wasn't one to brek up a couple – but this was different. He needed her more than anyone in the world. And she needed him – she just didn't know it yet.
Her cup is empty! He jumps – wait collect yourself – remember subtle is the way to go.
"Refill?"
"Yes please!" She looks at him – oh that smile, those eyes, they make him melt. He turns away quickly before his knees go weak.
Remember – calm, cool, collected – that's the way to go.