I feel that perhaps I am being too forward with her. Every glance she gives, is harder than a double shot. I can't help it. It's just the way that I am. I know she has to go. But I want to see her again. I have an idea. I ask her. Are you working tomorrow? You're not? Wonderful. I want her to come back to the coffee shop. After we have closed again tomorrow. For I have some something special planned for us.