The sun is shining on the little coffee'n'co-op on 6th. I've been sitting here for a lazy minute, having ordered for you, quietly readying myself in the meantime. I drift back to home, to my Ruth, but I see you coming far too early to let you get the drop on me. A couple blocks from FCAU HQ, this cafe is a pretty comfortable place for You, more than likely. You sit down like you know it well, the coffee in front of you given some form of pleasantry, in place of me. I watch the umber of your fingers gently wrap around the cup before you take a sip, luxuriating in it a little as you set it down. Light glances off the top of your sunhat, a playful but tentative half-smile gleaming under there. A deep breath on both sides of the table. Then I finally ask,
"Why this one?"
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