Caffeinated Day Dream

Sitting in the Fremont coffee, my back uncharacteristically to the door, typing away furiously at my computer. Finally in that groove… until a day dream interrupts…

I hear the sound of the door swing open behind me. Footsteps fall closer a stranger approaching from behind. My heart quickens, as I can picture him without turning around. Handsome, smiling, curious: He’s come to see if I’m really here. To work beside me.

The footsteps pass.

Oh. It’s not you.

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