Do you know that feeling? You know...when you're waiting for your coffee at your favorite coffee shop and this girl with long red hair with yellow tips comes flaming around you and you want to talk to her, you want to say something, anything, but no words come out of your roasted coffee tasting mouth. I think about asking her about her hair but I don't want to come out as a pervert or be rejected and lose that feeling residing between fear and courage that appears in front of me everytime she comes near me at the coffee place. So... I just sip one more time my latte, absorb my feelings and words and wait one more day, hoping to see her again, yeah... totally breezing.
