Day 2.

I asked my manager to switch me to the Saturday shift.

It's nothing personal, I swear, I told him. I just had something I wanted to do on Sundays, and besides, the coffeehouse was busier on Saturdays.

And lo and behold, I saw the girl in the coffeehouse again. Her hair was still auburn and lightly curled, but today instead of a white blouse and floral shirt she wore a light blue dress that fell to her knees. To many, it would be considered old-fashioned, but it suited her.

Her fingernails were a sky- blue color as she took her latte in one hand, smiled at me again, and walked back to the same table as last week, another book in her hand.

No one had ever captivated me as much as this girl in the coffeehouse did.

I realized then that I would have to speak to her.