How’s that book? Is the question i kept repeating in my mind over and over again trying to find the courage to speak to her. It’s been three weeks now, walking into the same coffee shop ordering a large honey lavender iced coffee, caring my old leather book bag filled with a sketch book, pastels,pack of cigarettes and old rolls of film that aren’t developed . Sitting far enough where I can glimpse her way as she remains seated in her corner where the old 1920 movie posters hang. Today will be the day.

As Gio anxiously rises from his seats to get closer to the girl in the corner he stumbles over his own to feet and everything in his old leather book bag falls out. Frantically embarrassed he tries to pick up all of his things in a hast, as he grabs everything with two hands he sees a pair of small green shoes next to his bag.

“Hi, I think you dropped this”, said the girl in the green shoes. There she was holding the rolls of film that had fallen out. Gio replying without looking up “thank you, I have the worst habit of taking too many steps forward at the same time, as he laughs at himself.”

Then in that moment he looks up, its her the one he’s been trying to speak to for weeks standing in front of him beautifully smiling from ear to ear laughing with him. He stutters saying “ th-th-thank you”again ,she replies “no problem! I trip over myself all the time, bump into walls, heck if my head wasn’t attached to me id probably loose it. They both laugh. She says “I always see you in here sketching people in your seat over there, is it okay if i see some of your work? Smiling directly at him. Gio in complete shock, a mountain of joy filling his body tossing all the nerves out the window that he’s felt for weeks. In his mind “she noticed me!” He then replies “yeah, absolutely!” They sit in the corner under the posters where she always resides. She opens the sketch books and sees a palette of extraordinary colors follows by the many different faces that come into the shop, the architecture of the buildings across the street. She says “wow, these are absolutely divine, it reminds me of Monet meeting Degas in modern times. He excitingly replies “I find when people are in calm states undisturbed by life’s worries they are able to express their true outer emotions, never needing to full fill anyone else’s standards of how to be, that’s why i like coming here its so peaceful, i pick up my tools and the colors and visuals find their way on paper.” As they discuss the variations of art sharing laughs and drinking coffee he then asks, “hows that book you’re reading?”