Postcardese #5

He would steal glances of her every tuesday at 9am. She always sat at the table near the window, three spaces from the seat. She never looks back.

Perhaps today would be the day?

He stands and walks towards her.

She throws coffee in his face.

Wake_up_and_smell_the_Coffe__by_Dri7.jpg

photo reference:http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Wake-up-and-smell-the-Coffe-174072929

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