We meet at a little café right across from the subway. It's called Savory; their logo is a sunflower. We need something that sunny on a cold day like today. We place our orders; go sit down at a table next to the window. It overlooks the subway station; we watch the trains go by.
They place my chai latte in front of him; he starts to drink it. "Hey!" I exclaim. He just grins his wide warm grin and passes it back to me. He knows I can't be angry at him when he smiles like that.
I take off my green trenchcoat. He just looks at me and grins. "What!" I cry. "Your outfit," he says in his masculine baritone. "What about it?" I'm wearing my usual fare, or so I thought. Black t-shirt, size M, a little tight, hugs my body. Dark blue blue jeans, a little too long so they're cuffed at the bottom. A black belt with metal studs all around. Black, almost boot-like, shoes. Pretty normal, eh? "What about my outfit?" "Heh. You look like a butch lesbian in it. A bull dyke." I snerk and say "Good. Perhaps I could pick someone up then. This area has a lesbian population, you know."
I look at what he's wearing. Beneath his green trenchcoat, he's got on a burgundy turtleneck and khakis. "Yeah, well you look like a professor." He laughs at this, a hearty, full laugh.
I sip at my chai; our lunch comes. While eating my croque-madame, I watch the wind blow through the trees and observe him eat. I find myself smiling in spite of myself and I realize how lucky I am to have such a wonderful friend to cuddle up with on cold winter's days.