Friday Night

Sitting in a coffee shop,
Alone,
Rain falling outside,
A sip of espresso,
Warms my shivering body.

In walks a stranger,
Wet and cold,
He takes a seat
At the table next to mine
And orders a cappuccino.

I take out my books,
And start my work,
Deep in my study
Of psychology,
I sip my espresso now and then.

A stir before me
Forces me to look up,
Eyes of an angel
Look into mine,
An angel who drinks cappuccino.

He apologizes
For pulling me from my studies,
But to talk to this angel,
I could miss an exam.
So I converse with the angel.

An hour later,
I'm studying again,
I'm sipping my espresso now and then,
Alone,
Until Friday night.