The coffee shop wasn't far from the corner bus stop. Just a block or two. I jogged past the early morning commuters until I finally saw the sign. "Snow Bird" was above the door along with a pretty white bird. My guess was it was some kind of snow bird. Just a hunch.

The store was a little busy for a non-Starbucks coffee shop. I had to squeeze past a couple of people just to get through the door. And there he was. My very own Dr. McDreamy.

"Jules, you made it!" he said with a relieved smile. He donned his white coat and looked just as perfect as an angel on top of a Christmas tree.

"Yeah," I said brilliantly, halfin a dream-state from his perfection.

"Do you want to get in line?" he asked politely.

I sidestepped so I was right behind the line of people. Dr. Williams stood right next to me. His hand was so close to mine that our knuckles were nearly touching.

Someone bumped into me on the way out. It barely fazed me, but the impact was enough to get our skin to touch. Before I thought about politely giving Matthew some more space, his fingers reached for mine. His hand was warm and gentle. I felt like I could melt.

Matthew seemed to look everywhere but at me. When he did, he couldn't help but smile. "Is this okay?" he asked.

"Pssh, it's more than okay," I embarrassed myself. I cleared my throat once. "So, how have you been?"

"Pretty good," he made conversation. "How about you? What have you been up to?"

"Just training." And a good portion of that was waiting for my phone to ring. "My brother's trying to help me get ready to fight Anya again."

Matthew nodded. "Your brother is your manager, right? I thought you looked alike." He frowned. "Isn't Anya the one who knocked you unconscious and broke that other girl's leg?"

I panicked. "You don't have to be worried about me fighting Anya again. Next time, she'll be the one you take away in an ambulance, not me." The moment that left my mouth, I knew how wrong it sounded. Why was I talking about beating people up to a doctor?

He started smiling again and even laughed. "Well, okay then."

I cracked a smile. "Can we not talk about work for now?" I asked. That was a sure fire way to put my foot in my mouth again.

"Fair enough," Matthew said. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"Work out. Uh, surf the Internet. When our schedules are free, I like to go drinking with my friends. Going out for coffee is way up there, too. What about you?" I asked.

"Well, I like to go hiking and play hockey..." Matthew answered.

"Ah, the other kind of professional fighting," I joked.

"And I also like going out for coffee," he added. He gave me another breathtaking smiles.

And here I was thinking that we didn't have much in common. Before I knew it, we were at the front of the line.

"What would you like?" Matthew asked me.

"I'll have a large black coffee," I told the barista at the cashier.

"Large café au lait for me," Matthew said, credit card in hand.

"Oh wait," I objected. "I was supposed to be the one buying you to coffee."

"It's no trouble," he said sheepishly. "Today's my treat."

We got our drinks at the counter, but there was absolutely nowhere to sit in the café for us.

"Do you want to go sit in the park?" Matthew suggested. "There ought to be some benches out there."

"Yeah, that sounds nice," I agreed. We carried our drinks across the street and into the city park.

The was a bench not far away that the two of us squeezed into. Our hands hadn't parted since the line. I tried to think of ways to progress even further on our first date.

"See, Mom! I told you! It's really her!"

I looked up across the park to see a boy running towards our bench. He seemed like a kid with a little too much energy based on the colorful band aids on his elbows and the weary look in his mother's eyes.

"Dylan, be polite," she sighed.

The little brat started boxing my knees. "You're Jules! I watched you fight on TV. You're awesome!"

Okay, maybe he wasn't so bratty. "You're right. That's me. I am awesome," I laughed. I pretended to punch his head. He scooted back a few inches, fully aware that one of those punches dropped girls twice his size on their butts.

"Can I have your autograph?" he asked.

"Uh, sure." I looked for something to write with and on. Matthew solved one mystery by pulling a pen out of his pocket. The boy's mother solved the other by pulling a crinkled receipt out of her purse. Matthew held my coffee as I scrawled my name sloppily on the wrinkled paper.

"Are you a UFC fighter, too?" Dylan asked Matthew with bright eyes.

"No, I'm just..." Matthew looked embarassed.

"He's just the brilliant doctor who got me into tip top shape for my revenge match!" I said dramatically. "It's going to be awesome. You definitely won't want to miss it."

"Cool!" he said when I handed him the completed autograph.

"What do you say, Dylan?" his mother prompted with a small smile.

"Thank you!" Dylan chimed. He followed after his mother over to the bus stop.

"Wow, you're quite the celebrity," Matthew commented as he gave me back my coffee.

"Not really. This hardly ever happens outside of the fighting arena." I couldn't help but get a little self-inflated. "I'm surprised he didn't ask for your autograph, too."

"No, no," he dismissed.

"No, really! You do a lot more extraordinary things than I do," I insisted. "You just need a little more recognition."

"I don't really need recognition. Helping people get better is enough," he said simply and beautifully.

He really was the most attractive man I've ever met. I finally caught my inspiration. "Look over there!" I said and pointed to the other side of him.

He turned his head to look. I sat up straighter and leaned in closer and closer until my breath caught in my throat.

"I didn't..." As Matthew's face turned back around. I stopped his motion with my lips. A simple kiss smack dab on his cleanly shaved cheek.

I think I surprised him a bit. He stopped moving for a little while. I pulled back with a cheeky little smile. Today was a great day. Not only did I get to hold Dr. McDreamy's hand, I stole a kiss from his perfect face...

He turned his head the rest of the way and closed the distance I created between us. Before I had time to prepare my heart, his lips found mine. They were even softer and warmer than his hands, partly due to the coffee he had been drinking. The meeting between our lips was ever so sweet and ever so short, lasting no more than a couple of blinks.

His pucker turned into a gentle grin as he pulled back. "Would you like to get coffee again sometime?"

"Uh huh." My voice was barely recognizable from a breath.

He turned his wrist to look at his watch, careful not to spill coffee on himself. "I've got to get to work soon, but I'll call you later."

"Uh huh," I repeated. My heart was so maxed out, it could barely register when Matthew leaned over to kiss my cheek.

"Okay. Bye Jules." He got up from the bench and let go of my hand. As he walked away, he looked back a couple of times and smiled.

I was dumbstruck, still sitting on the bench like an idiot. By the time I realized that I wanted to run after him and kiss him again, he was already gone.

I walked by myself to the gym, still in a daze. I sipped the rest of my coffee sparingly, knowing that the cooler and closer the coffee got to lukewarm, the longer the moment had passed. Westley was already waiting for me.

"There you are, Jules. I've got your training schedule for today." He narrowed his eyes when he saw the state I was in. "What happened to you?"

The silliest smile emerged from my blissful stupor. "He kissed me," I admitted out loud. "He kissed me," I giggled again.

"Good for you. Now, pull yourself together. We've got work to do." He placed my gloves in my hands and pushed me into the ring.