Coffee


Maria sat at the crowded bar sipping on an apple martini, hoping it would calm her nerves.  First dates always made her nervous.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”

Maria turned to see a stunning brunette performing a balancing act with a purse in one hand and a glass in the other. It looked as though she’d been tossed about in the sea of people who were there unwinding from a hard day’s work. Maria smiled and motioned for her to join her, welcoming the distraction.

“I don’t know why my husband likes to eat at such crowded restaurants on the weekends.” She began straightening her disheveled clothing, before sitting down. “So, are you waiting for your husband too?”

“Oh, I’m not married, not yet anyway.” Maria blushed at the thought of Charles. “I’m waiting for my date.”

“Smart woman, enjoy being single while it lasts,” her companion said laughing softly. “Before you know it, you will be thirty-five, married with children, and wondering where your youth has gone.” She shook her head and started speaking again before Maria had time to respond. “Please forgive me. The only time I get too interact with adults is on the weekends, and my people skills are a little rusty.” She smiled warmly at Maria. “By the way, I’m Sarah.”

Maria laughed, amused by the comment. “Nice to meet you, I’m Maria.”

“Well Maria, you look as though you are a woman in love.” Sarah playfully nudged her, waiting for confirmation.

“This is actually our first date, but I think you’re right.” Maria giggled like a school girl as she confided in her new friend. “Is that crazy?”

“Not at all, I fell in love with my husband the moment I saw him.” Sarah began to remove her jacket, but stopped, horrified by what she saw. “Oh my goodness, I’m a mess! These milk pads don’t absorb a thing.”

Maria quickly handed Sarah some napkins, wanting to help.

“Another good reason to be single, you don’t walk around with milk leaking from your breast.” Sarah dabbed at the wet spots on her blouse, but her efforts seemed pointless. “I have to go clean up. It was really nice meeting you. And good luck tonight,” she called over shoulder before disappearing back into the sea of people.

Feeling more confident now, and deciding to wait for Charles by the entrance, Maria downed the last of her liquid courage. She touched up her lipstick and said a quick prayer. Fighting the butterflies that’d been fluttering in her stomach all day, she slowly slid off of the bar stool, careful not to bump the man sitting on the other side of her. She’d managed not to spill anything on herself all day and wasn’t about to take any chances now.

She reached the hostess stand just as Charles arrived. His face lit up when he saw her, and in that moment she knew it was going to be a night to remember.

It didn’t take long for them to be shown to their table, and as luck would have it, they were seated directly across from Sarah and a handsome man who Maria assumed was her husband. Sarah glanced up as they passed and gave Maria the thumbs up, wishing her luck once again.

As the night progressed there was talk of art, music, and literature. Maria was on cloud nine and had no intentions of ever coming down. So, when Charles suggested they stay for coffee, she eagerly agreed. And since there were so many flavors to choose from, Maria decided to ask Sarah if she had any suggestions on which flavor to try. She recommended the Brazilian blend. Apparently it was to die for.

“It’s really my wife who makes it taste so great,” her husband added. “When she fixes it up, we’ll let you taste it and then you can see for yourself.”

Charles and Maria both agreed to taste it, not wanting to be rude. But once they realized how she made the coffee taste so good, they regretted their decision.

Sarah pulled a contraption out of her purse and placed it onto the table. She began unbuttoning her blouse, stopping once her right breast peeked through the opening. She lifted the pump to breast and a white liquid began to trickle into the bottle.

“I guess being married with children does have its advantages,” Sarah said smiling at Maria.  “You learn how to make great coffee.”

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