Blair needed a break from the indoor life. it seemed like he was in his apartment /7. He had recently found a perfect outdoor cure. was a new coffeehouse which served 45 kinds coffee and tea. He liked it because the was good and the place was never overcrowded.

coffeehouse was only a 10-minute walk, which Blair took. There were three female customers in the . None of them were young and pretty. Blair a little disappointed. He’d prefer to see good-looking while he was drinking good coffee, but you ’t have everything.

He ordered a large “coffee of day,” which was $1.70. He gave the clerk dollars. He put the change in the tip and took his coffee outside. Blair preferred to outside. That way he could watch the traffic the street. He liked to try to spot motorcycles and 1960 station wagons.

He sat at table under an umbrella, opened his book, and reading. The book was a self-improvement book. Blair been reading it on and off for about years. He hadn’t noticed any improvement. A woman approaching the patio. Blair looked up to see she was attractive. She was. And she was herself. He returned to the book as she by him. Blair kept looking at the pages, his mind was on the woman.

A few later, she came outside holding a cup of and sat at the table right next to ’s. Her chair was so close to his that could have reached over and touched her on right shoulder. There were four other empty tables the patio. Why had she sat at this , so close to him? Was she telling him she was available? Was she hoping that he make a move?

Blair went back to his . But he wasn’t reading the words; he was about the woman. What could he say to ? How could he break the ice? What was good line? “What blend are you drinking?” “Your smells nice.” “Weren’t we in the same art ?”

But maybe she wasn’t interested in him at . Maybe she just wanted to sit and drink peace. Yet why would she sit right here? head was spinning. He must say something.

Just , her cell phone rang. She answered it, then , then started talking animatedly. That’s got to be boyfriend, Blair thought.

But from the moment she the phone, it didn’t matter if she had boyfriend or not, because she was speaking another . Blair was not interested in a girl who 't speak English. He went back to his book his coffee. It tasted good.