I loved her with everything that was inside me. Her laugh, her smile, the way she made me feel alive when it could have been the worst day of my life. Just being around her made me happy. That’s getting ahead of myself though. Let me start at the beginning.

We met in the most unlikely of places. I was working in this dive of a coffee shop when she came in. Her long red hair, cascaded down her back. Her eyes a beautiful shade of blue her nose was just perfect. What can I say? I noticed everything. Her lips were a luscious, red that held a slight pout when she wasn’t talking.

I knew I didn’t have a shot in hell, I mean I’m a coffee jerk. I pour coffee and two minutes later, I’m forgotten in the abyss that is life. Nothing about me stands out. I’m a typical guy, I stand not quite six feet, short, dull brown hair, average looks. Definitely nothing to write home to mom about.

“Vanilla Latte,” she said before I even had a chance to ask.

“Coming right up,” I said, trying to make my voice a little huskier than it normally was. God I’m such a dork. “Will there be anything else?”

I stood and waited while she looked over the menu board.

“Nope, that sounds like it will do. Thanks,” she said smiling.

I told her the price and she paid, then she took her latte and went over to sit by the window. She sat there for what could have been an hour. It was almost the end of my shift. Part of me was praying she’d leave so I wouldn’t feel like a complete geek, although I couldn’t pinpoint why I would feel that way. Another part of me just wanted her to stay and hopefully talk to me when I was done.

I watched her sitting there, looking out the window. Occasionally she’d look over and smile, when she did I tried to make myself look busy by wiping down the counters or filling the coffee.

“Can I have another?” I heard a soft voice ask interrupting my arguing with myself.

“I’m sorry?” I said, startled. I had my back to the counter while I was counting out the coffee filters I had set up.

“Another, please,” she said smiling. “Latte.” She waved the cup back and forth, slightly.