His hand reaches for the cup, another reaches at the same time.

Fingers graze each other gently as they both retreat and give their apologies.

Then they laugh and turn to the barista to learn whose order it belongs to.

He smiles and recites the order.

They’ve ordered the same thing.

He tells him to take it, he tells him to take it.

The two men bicker until another order is produced.

They both take their cups and head over to a seat to begin a conversation and perhaps the rest of their lives.

The barista smirks to himself knowing what they do not, that he placed the shape of a heart atop the froth of their coffees.

Cupid’s gotta do something to pass the time whilst he waits another month for his big day.