Our Date
As I walked down Longwood Avenue in Boston, my heart raced with anticipation. I hastened my steps and saw Starbucks en face de Children's Hospital. I opened the door and glanced around. The cafe was filled with students discussing away over hot coffee, working on their laptops or simply reading from the thick medical books. But I didn't see you...
I walked to the counter and ordered a Mocha latte. I strained my ears to listen to the soft music in the background. Alas, it was not 'Drops of Jupiter' like we hoped it would be. I sat in a quiet corner overlooking the street and sipped my latte. There were some stolen glances from those dark haired, chiseled face Harvard men sitting near me. But I didn't return their shy smiles. I looked out at the street and waited...
Did you forget our date? Or did you choose to forget "the best soya latte that you ever had... and me..."
I walked to the counter and ordered a Mocha latte. I strained my ears to listen to the soft music in the background. Alas, it was not 'Drops of Jupiter' like we hoped it would be. I sat in a quiet corner overlooking the street and sipped my latte. There were some stolen glances from those dark haired, chiseled face Harvard men sitting near me. But I didn't return their shy smiles. I looked out at the street and waited...
Did you forget our date? Or did you choose to forget "the best soya latte that you ever had... and me..."
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