For the past few minutes I have been busy helping customers who just came in not paying attention to the spilt coffee guy, when I finally catch my breath I see him walking out.

I look at the ckock on the wall and it now reads 11:09 I walk over to his once occupied table and see the money on the table even though I mentioned that it was on the house.

I look out the window of the Café trying to catch a glimpse of him but he was long gone, long out of site. I looked at the money again on the table it was way more than, so I reluctantly took the money and quickly cleaned the table and I carried on with my work.

But as the hours passed he was long out of my mind, at 6 o’clock I knocked off and went straight to my apartment. It was not far away from the Café thank goodness.

When I walked in, I headed straight to the bathroom and stripped naked and got into the bath tub. I sat in the tub, letting the water relax my tight muscles.

Suddenly my mind went back to that spilt coffee guy as to why in thr lords Jesus Christ would he leave that much money behind? Did he really not hear me or this was all intended.

When I have wracked my brain for sometime I finally let go trying to mess up my brain and get out of the tub, wrap a towel on my wet body.

And yet again here I was allowing myself to think about that one guy how can that be? I spent 2 years not thinking about guys and here comes one guy who I may not call attractive but rather mysterious to live rent free in my mind.

I get inside the blankets after I put on my pyjamas and the last thing I thought about before I fell into my sleep was that spilt coffee guy.