[A continuation of My Coffee Shop Angel]

Y’know, I noticed you as soon as you walked in the café. I could see straight away that you were special because you had a kind of glow about you… I guess you could call it an aura, and it’s strange but you’re not the kind of guy I’d normally feel this way about; you’re not my usual type, y’know? Even when I took your order I was a little unsure about you; the way you were all shy about talking to me, like you’d never spoken to a girl before. Like I say, not my usual type. So anyway, I started thinking that maybe… I dunno… maybe I was wrong about you? But when I handed over the change — well, that’s when it happened. I don’t think our hands touched but they got close enough, and all of a sudden I got the flashes like I usually do. They weren’t strong ones — like I say, I don’t think we touched — but they were enough for me to know I was right about you all along. A car weaves; a girl is buried; a man is hanged. I wasn’t sure what it all meant but I thought I might as well go with the usual routine; there’d be plenty of opportunities to bail out if I was wrong. So I grabbed a slip from the pile under the counter and handed it over, making sure I held onto it a second longer than usual just to get your attention. Then I turned to make the coffee and started thinking about what I’d seen. I nearly frothed the milk over the side of the jug while I was mulling it over, but pulled it away just in time. That would’ve been embarrassing, y’know? And I had to look as perfect and infallible as I could to keep the illusion up… but, I dunno, maybe next time I will screw something up; maybe the sympathy vote would help sell it? Hmm. Well, anyway, when I turned round with the coffee I could see you were going to start asking awkward questions so I got in there first; might as well string you along a little just to keep up the mystery, right?
Continued…

The January air was cold and crisp as Dom stepped off the street into the coffee shop. It was much warmer inside the franchised café and his glasses quickly fogged up, causing him to turn his head this way and that in an attempt to find a clear corner to peer through. In the end, he resorted to peering over the top of his slim, black-rimmed spectacles, giving him the air of a disapproving librarian. Turning to his right, he examined the tall cabinet containing sandwiches of various descriptions, his hand hovering eagerly over the goods on offer until it paused above a spicy meatball panini. He scooped it up and made his way to the counter. It was late afternoon and there were relatively few patrons so it was only a few minutes before the girl at the till turned her smiling attention towards him.
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