THIS CONTINUES the flirting story.
Flirting in the coffee shop.
Because, I mean, there’s a boy. Haha.
***
A couple and their one-year old daughter just came in.
Another assistant, the male regular, reported for duty.
He started refilling the water dispenser.
Started manning the cash register, as the owner sits with the photographer and company.
I could swear the photographer’s company is a brother or cousin, but I wouldn’t stake my name on it.
***
The couple with the phones are not a couple.
Well, that’s what they said.
But who knows?
They’re high school classmates.
The guy is married, I know.
Although I don’t think I now or remember his wife.
***
High school classmates meeting for coffee.
Sounds caffeine to me.
The guy’s cousin, good looking, joined them.
Same guy I crushed on the other day.
I mean, I saw him in this shop the other day.
We exchanged lustful looks, but he was with a younger cousin.
Today, we aren’t flirting.
***
I mean, I went up to talk to my crush from a long time ago, discovered about the girl classmate, got introduced to the cousin.
The guapo cousin is wearing a pair of beige shorts.
A little too tight-fitting.
The better to sell the big legs.
He’s pretty well built.
But it’s more baby fats at 22 than gym muscles.
***
Ten other people has entered the coffeeshop.
Two boys go to a table, ordered hot coffee.
Three girls in another table, ordered hot coffee.
Three boys in another table, cold coffee.
Two girls in another table, no order yet.
***
Morning too good to be wasted not observing people.
I order another pot of coffee.
Excelsa this time, milder than my usual kape barako.
And with milk!
I allow myself milk and sugar after a second cup of coffee.
***
The three boys who ordered cold coffee said hi.
I remembered one as a work intern at a local government office.
SPES— special program for the employment of students.
The one who greeted me is personable.
He seems to call the shots in his group.
I think he’s paying.
Currently, they’re joined by two others.
***
The shop is al fresco.
Half of it is covered by galvanized iron sheets.
Half is like a garage under a pomelo tree pushed to the wall.
Earlier, two motorcycles where parked.
Now, there’s only one.
I can swear the other left for delivery while I was talking to the couple with the nephew.
***
My jersey guy is still sitting in front of me.
His coffee is long finished.
He’s still on his phone.
But sitting more frontal facing to me now.
Opening ang closing his legs in nervous flirting.
I could wear my eyeglasses to watch his crotch.
But I also enjoy writing this stuff.
And I don’t like wearing my glasses when working with my iPad.
***
The cold drinks boys are still joined by another.
Six in a table now.
And they are coming nearer to me.
Extended table now almost touching my table.
Invading my space of 6-feet distance.
The latest boy is cute.
Smoking, but cute.
And he’s throwing glances at me.
***
I started talking to the new guy.
Hotel Management student, first year.
Took the course for fun.
I mean, not a serious choice.
Just that the uncle has a catering service.
Seriously joking, he wants to be in the army.
***
Four high school girls in white blouse and blue skirt uniforms came in for a takeout order of salted caramel.
I asked for their year level.
Grades 8 and 9.
One girl mustered courage and asked if they can have a photo with me.
They were fan-girling, and I was only too happy to oblige.
They took a selfie.
***
I asked the cute guy for a better photo of me and the girls.
Jersey boy looked up, and smiled at me.
Of course, I smiled bigger for the photo.
***
Life in a coffee shop.
Lots of people, lots of diversion.
But there’s jersey boy still in Part 3. (To be continued)/PN
