If we were having coffee, here and now, we would be having a two-black homemade coffee, with little drops of distilled blossom water in it. Because, you wouldn’t resist the scent or resent the taste, it’s my kind of coffee for an after noon little chat. The place would be somewhere in the old city, somewhere nice and intimate, somewhere that would be our perpetual spot.
If we were having coffee, here and now, we would sink into each other’s eyes, and laugh after our long prolonged stare. We wouldn’t stop until one of us declares ” OK, let’s stopped right there”. Then, we would start to talk about work and how your boss still treats you like a dork. I would laugh and you would threaten to walk. “I know how much you love your work” So, I grab your hand and beg you not to walk, and promise to listen without my teasing talk.