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First awning then soft bell, rung once. I arrived and finally sheltered from a moon gone frostbitten blue. 

“Brutal out there”, she said. Smiling cutefully hopeful of a tip or my number I can never tell. 

“Yup”, I said. 

Something classical instead of indie so I asked for a latte. She burred, pressed, and fisssed while I took stock. 

He was strongly built. Like a bull. Or what I imagine a fighter pilot would look like if you took a maverick goose and added reality. Disaffected nondescript locks paired with too lazy shadows, a strong nose and stronger jaw. T-shirted and jeaned he was half heartedly tapping on his laptop while obsessively staring at them. It was tough to tell if he was fascinated, or an asshole assured he could drop their pants with a word. Guys like him could go either way. 

His two targets sat across the cafe were gorgeous, as long as you don’t subscribe to that fake bullshit. In other words, they were fucking beautiful. 

One skinny as a rail. Hair that on good days would be wavy, but is really independent. A sleepy smugness caught me staring. I broke first as her tired unsmile laid low a disillusion with male attention. Briefly I wondered fighter pilot  picked up on the inevitable “fuck off”. Hardware more prominent than cleavage, and odd choice of mere camisole given the harsh winds so close. She moved with an abruptness that said she was hard. A hard fuck, a hard fight. A hard love. 

Sharing same table, with the familiarity of schoolgirls, was an explosive mix of cute and sex. Where her friend was hard, she was soft, with all the delightful curves and clothing clung perfect. Bookish frames above punkish adorned nose, and a smile of full giggle. Romantic not yet cynical, she wanted love. Was love. Her body fluid, the kind of sex crying out for a day spent together beneath white sheets and sunbeams. 

All this before the “here’s the latte”. I nodded. Janacek begun to dance in the espresso-less quiet and I shifted slightly, suddenly aware of shyly interrupting the surety of hard fighter love. I sipped, thanked, and ducked back out into the cold.