Soon, she opened a caf and start selling Irish coffee in San Francisco. And the bartender started to serve Irish coffee at the airports lounge after she left. This is why people that have Irish coffee at Dublin will categorize it as cocktail, and people in San Francisco will think of it as coffee.

And so Irish coffee can be a cocktail drinks or just coffee. Is all just one beautiful mix up.

Alright, story for tonight end here. Now, let me make you a glass of Irish coffee.

No tear drops, ok? I tease.

Whatever, you wont even notice anyway.

Dont be so sure, I could taste the different because your tear drop should be sweet.

Dont even try. Im not finish with you. You got me waiting for one week.

Oh, stop torturing yourself. I forgive you.

You She pointing at me, Im not talking to you anymore.

She rolls her eyes and concentrates on what shes doing.

After I finished up my coffee, is almost time for me to catch the bus. Time is really getting short. I know you would say is on the house. So whats your reason this time?

Youre the first person to know the suitable mood to drink Irish coffee.

Mood?

I just told you. Fermentation from thinking about someone you love.

Very well. Thank god you still can find excuses to be persistent.

Take care of yourself. Im going to see you next week?

Even if Im in the hospital, Ill still rush to Yeats in a wheelchair and tube all over my body.

Dont talk like that, silly! Put on your jacket before you go outside. Just remember to keep yourself warm all time.

Bye. Ill see you next week.

***

What would you like to have? Coffee or tea?

Coffee, please.

What kind of coffee would you like to have?

Irish coffee.

This interaction between us never changes. We try to maintain a simple customer/caf owner relationship. I asked her a couple of time why is it takes a year for the air stewardess manage to order Irish coffee, Tina never tell me why.

The third Thursday on December falls on her birthday and she insists I should have my Irish coffee free. And the reason?

Im Sagittarius, a free spirit and freewheeling, similar to Irish coffee. She manages to relate everything to Irish coffee and I have to give in to her persistent.

Seem to me she always find an excuses to be persistent. When ever she couldnt come up with any of it, she just said, Youre the first person that I cant come up with a reason to buy you a drink, so I insist is on the house.

Briefcase is getting heavier each time I come to LA and I know the co-op project with UCLA will end soon. Well, after New Year, the project finally comes to an end.

Standing in front of The Yeats, I cant believe this might be the last time Ill be coming here. Sure I can drive to LA any time when Im free. But when will I really be free? Theres no guarantee.

The main point is I dont have any reason to come to Yeats. The co-op project is over; meeting in UCLA is over, what reason that I have left for coming here?

What we have is just a simple customer/caf owner relationship. She stay inside the bar, I sit at the bar, separate by the bar counter, is safe and simple.

And when the line is cross, just as the whisky cross the first gold line on the Irish coffee glass, it wont taste like the real Irish coffee anymore.

tbc