I was running late for work this morning and walked briskly to the coffee shop down the block. This is a daily ritual, the lateness and the coffee.  With only another 50 feet to go, a man appeared in my peripheral vision then zoomed past me, out legging me with each step and heading straight for my café!  I was a few steps behind him, and visibly annoyed, but just as he got to the window he turned.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off.”

“Oh, thank you.” I said and proceeded to the window.

I bet my eyebrows were at my hairline. He was sorta cute, but all that chivalry made him gorgeous.  With all the elbow jostling and space hogging from the millions of douche bags on the train and at the bar (these a-holes are why I’m single, not that Tracy McMillan bullshit), it’s hard not to find a guy like this and fall instantly in love. 

He must be a regular like me, because the barrister had both of our coffees in hand.  Two iced coffees with half-n-half.  Soul mates!  I got my coffee and told him to have a nice day. Then I marked the time (yeah, I did.)  I might be able to arrange another run in at the coffee shop tomorrow.  Sometimes soul mates need a little help.