And each day after that he comes into the Café at exactly 10:08 and by 10:20 he is out of the door and each time he would sit on his usual spot and gave the same amount of money.

I wondered as to where does he end up everytime he walks out of this café, does he have a girlfriend? What does he do?

I wanted to talk to him but each day he would just say one sentence and not speak again. He has managed to make me think about him, I am even embarrassed to admit that yesterday I woke up from an intense dream where I was having sex with him.

I don’t know how he has managed to occupy my mind like this but he just does.

I looked at the clock it was a little past 10 and the spilt coffee guy has not yet walked in. In the past 2 weeks he has never missed a day.

I found myself missing him and I felt crazy for even missing him, how can I miss someone I barely even know.

I kept myself busy and before I knew it, it was 7 p.m and it has started to get dark, I quickly placed the chairs on the table and wiped the counter before I locked the door.

One thing I hate is walking past a group of guys and that is what I was doing now, you can do this I told myself.

One guy blocks my way and he reeks of cigarettes, “Rushing somewhere dali?” before I can answer one guy grabs my hand and laughs as they can see the fear on my face. “Please guys leave me alone.” I can hear my voice start to break as I pull my hand. “You playing hard to get?”

“Leave me alone.” I say as I try to push through.

“You heard the lady.” a deep voice says in a calm manner but you can hear the force in those words. The laughter stops as the 3 guys look for the source of the voice, by my right side stands the spilt coffee guy. The guys start to back away as if they are afraid of what the mysterious guy would to them. To be fair I would also have been scared if I were to meet him at night, there was nothing about him that was friendly, he wasn’t inviting, if you were to meet him at this time of the night you would swear that he was carrying a gun or he is one of those mob guys.

The 3 guys scurry away leaving me with spilt coffee guy, he looks at me as as he stuff his hands on his pockets and cocks his head a little bit to the side. “Are you okay.” His deep voice moves me making me forget that just a few minutes ago I was surrounded by 3 guys.