He sat in the corner waiting for the door to open. It was Thursday, she should be there. He had waited to see her there every Thursday for the last four weeks. She would come in and order the same coffee every time. He loved the way she said peppermint, her voice lilting over the word. His skin would tingle every time it escaped her lips. Every time she reached into her wallet her hair would fall shielding her face from his view. Every time he longed to push the surely silken strands from in front of her eyes.

This Thursday however she had yet to show. His anxiety rising, his breathing constricted. Maybe she wasn't coming. He sat up in his seat when the door opened and there she appeared. His breath exhaled in a rush. She was as beautiful today as she had been every other Thursday. Her face pinched tight with stresses he had yet to find out about, he longed to know all of her secrets. To relieve her of those anxieties that caused her such stress.

He slowly began to rise from his seat, daring to approach her when she looked up and caught sight of him. He froze in his place beginning to second guess his decision. She looked him over quietly questioning his motives. He saw the look of agitation in her green eyes and resumed his seat. Perhaps next Thursday, he regretfully watched her exit and counted the hours until their next Thursday.