And why is that?

Beside that the air stewardess doesnt have any particular favorite coffee drinks, it show another form of acceptance. He might be picky about the whisky, but as for coffee extract, it mean tolerant. It doesnt matter to him whether she ever notice his love for her, he just want to make her the best Irish coffee.

Wow! I guess that bartender guy really a shy guy.

Oh, you havent had your coffee tonight. Let me make a glass for you now. Shes trying to pull the same old trick again.

Just hold on a second, what happen between the bartender and air stewardess?

You want to know what happen? Well, drop by next week and I shall tell you what happen next.

Hey, thats cheating.

I have to make sure you still coming back next week.

If Im still around in LA, Ill drop by.

If you still around I hear her mumble repeatedly.

She takes the glass and start making Irish coffee.

Twice I had watched her carefully making coffee. And tonight, my sight is concentrate on her.

I thought her beauty came from her persistent and earnestly. But tonight, I find that beside her skill, she does have the look. Especially those soft brown eyes that can tell you great story when you look deep into it.

Why are you staring at me? I bet she is blushing now.

Shouldnt you concentrate on what youre doing? Youre not suppose to know Im staring at you.

She put the drink in front of me. Drink up whiles it still hot.

Uh.

Weather is getting cold now, better wear something that can really keep you warm.

Uh.

Dont just uh, uh and uh. You catch cold easily, especially always taking the night bus.

I wont because I had Irish coffee.

Silly.

Thats not really a polite way to speak to a customer, you know that?

She laughs at this. Just finish your coffee, ok? Then she take a look at her watch, You should get going before the bus leave.

I nod and take out my purse.

Is on the house and I insist. Youre the first person that knows the story behind Irish coffee.

You sure got a lot of persistent, just let me pay for my coffee.

No way Im going to let you do that She sticking out her tongue and continue, I will tell you the story next week.

Great. Ill see you next week.

Hey! As I reach the corner of the street, I hear Tinas voice catching from behind. Standing under the Phoenix tree, I turn around.

Hey yourself. Want me to pay for my coffee now?

Of course not! You forget your brief case.

Oh Thanks.

You are careless, you know. And I thought youre a careful and discreet person.

Well if Im careful and discreet, I wont get to know you, isnt it?

Why is that?

Ill tell you next week.

Thats my line, you know.

I thought I saw something in her eyes. The first time I came to your caf because I miss the last flight. The reason for me to miss the last flight was that I left my report in the conference room at UCLA.

Just as simple as that?

Simple? You know how many brain cell I have to kill to repeat the same mistake? I mimic her tone. Her shadows start to totter a bit. Have I cross the line?

Is cold out here, go back.

Ok. She pauses for a while and asks, Arent you feel exhausted the next day because you have been taking the night bus all these while?

No I wont. Nothing important that needs my immediate attention in San Diego. And by the way

What?

I like this.

What do you mean you like this? The Irish coffee? Hanging out at Yeats? Or

Or what?

She just stands there smiling timidly. I guess is better this way because I myself dont have an answer.

I should go now. Ill see you next week.

Yeah, Ill see you around.

tbc