CoffeeJunkies

The angle of view I have been visiting that café for ages and it is also a long time since I have noticed  that young man for the first time. He was tall, skinny and dressed in a shirt and tie, sweater and pale brown loose pants. His facial features were sharp with a distinctive big nose and sunken eyes that gave a dark tinge to his quite comical figure. The kid wasn't a Marine, he was too young, too hiccup, and seem to have low self-esteem. Nevertheless he wore a gun, he went to "the Marine Cafe" and he had the stare. The stare I have seen before on my face in a mirror. I have been seeing this boy almost every day, except a few weeks,

He was holding the cup with both hands now. His hands were shivering. I stared at them, stared at the cup, stared at the tea and its waves trying to float over the edge. Trying but failing – just like him. I didn't know what he was talking about exactly. It was the way he spoke that made me notice he was in a complete mess. But every time I met him he was in a mess so there was no need to worry. For a reason called politeness I was pretending some empathy and for a reason I didn't know he was talking to me. Time passed and we didn't stop. Time passed and … “Are you even listening to me?”, he suddenly shouted. Of cours

You open the door to and a familiar scent fill you. It's warm and strong. You see that dark colored hair and milky brown eyes. You hug him, feeling his hard chest and white shirt against yours. The place is cold, but his chest is warm. How long has he been sitting here waiting for you? You smile up at him and give him a kiss. A sweet and bitter taste fills your entire mouth and you can't get enough. So warm and smooth. The kiss makes your stomach tense and relax repeatedly, giving you chills all over you. You break away from the kiss and he hugs you, wrapping in warmth. You sit down and he kissed your throat lightly, and soon he takes your ha