FREE LOVE LETTERS

Love letter # 223

Thank God for the advent of the sexy barista. Makes my routine sparkle.

When I know you’re on I cannot wait to get out and come down to your café, to sit in my usual spot and let you pull the shots. Even in your work clothes I can see how your beautiful body moves with grace and precision – and I try to watch you without being seen.

How I love it when you wander over to my table, when you linger just that little bit longer. It’s then that I can detect something deep and wonderful in your eyes. Something more than a practised smile. A strength. A vulnerability. Maybe even a yearning.

Of course I cannot be sure – but I would sure love to find out.