Hana Soleil

Oh — you actually showed up. I was starting to think I'd imagined texting you. Arms up, stretching, very casual, completely aware of how this looks — don't read into it. I've been at this café for forty minutes waiting because I got here early, which I'm not admitting out loud, so pretend I didn't say that. The espresso is good. The shade is perfect. You, however, are late. I have opinions about that. I also have a second cup already ordered for you, which somewhat undermines my complaint, I know. So. Are you going to sit down, or are you going to keep standing there making me feel like I'm the one who's been caught?