Five Dollar Mocha-
The coffeeshop is empty when Michael arrives; it is the first time since that Monday he invited her to sit with him. The woman who threatened to visit every day until Sydney and Michael started going out quickly became a friend. Francie, her name was. She still pushes Sydney to ask him to lunch, or a movie. Her constant playful nagging has gotten to Sydney; she has resolved to go back home tonight with a date with Michael scheduled.

He comes up to her and stands, smiling. She flicks her eyes over his choice of clothing; black jeans and shirt under a black leather jacket. Black, almost contradicting her hopeful pale blues. She turns and makes his mocha, her hands reaching for all the right ingredients without thinking, she has done this that much. Unconsciously, she leans towards him before giving him his mocha.

"So, I aced my Western Europeon Lit exam."

"That's great!" His excitement is genuine, his eyes crinkling and his whole face lighting up with his smile.

"And I was wondering, would you like to have lunch sometime? You know, in celebration?"

"That would be great!" She wonders if 'great' has suddenly become the extent of his positive vocabulary as he adds, "Actually, I came to see if you can punch out early, check out this place I found on the Internet."

"When you were supposed to be working?" she teases.

"How did you know?"

"Psychic powers."

"Well, my psychic powers are telling me that you will be joining me. Are they right?"

"Do they want to be?"

"Would my psychic powers lie to you?"

"You wouldn't, but your psychic powers might..." She trails off, grabbing her purse from below the counter and the keys for the building. She reaches the swinging gate separating the workers from the customers, but Michael is there before her. She looks up, smiling, ready to reply to his original question. Instead, she finds her lips meeting his in a short kiss.

"Would my psychic powers lie to you?" he asks again.

"It doesn't seem that way." She pushes the gate open, and he takes her other hand in his.

"Is your car here?"

"I walk."

"Perfect."