Molly

He came in again today. Same time as usual. He ordered his usual: tall, hazelnut latte and a bran muffin. I think about the similarities between his order and his appearance. He's tall, with beautiful hazelnut eyes. I first noticed him the Monday after I started working at 'Black and Brew' coffee house about a month ago. Since then, unlike most people, I look forward to Mondays. I wonder why he never comes in on other days. Does he only need coffee on Monday? Is he on some special diet? Surely it's not because he can only afford it once a week. He wore a cashmere coat last Monday when it was unusually cold for May. I imagine him in one of the few tall buildings in the city, looking out of  one of his many wall length windows and thinking about...oh I don't know... the next big merger or about the latest P.R. assignment or something business-y. He probably runs his fingers through his golden hair, and ponders about other things too. 'Why can I have everything I want and still no wife or girlfriend?' 'How did I get to this place in my life?' He's friendly enough when he pays for his coffee and muffin and gives me a half smile and I catch a couple of radiant, bleached white teeth. But I can't help but think he's hiding so much behind the mask of success and luxury. One of these days I'll get the courage to ask. I'll say something. I'll say.... That's about the time when Monique snaps me back to reality with her, 'guuuuurl, don't HAVE me make all of these orders by myself!' I apologize and try to get back to work. I'll think about the man with the hazelnut latte and bran muffin more later.