Installment #12 Starbucks

     Cynthia handed the lady behind the counter a ten dollar bill and accepted $6.10 in change.  She peeled off a dollar bill and put it in the tip cup.  She smiled at the girl making her Soy Latte with one pump of Carmel.  She glanced out the window.  She had no idea what kind of car alfredj424 drove, but there was very little traffic in the parking lot this morning.  She was sure she would recognize him when he came.  He was 6’2” so that was unusual.  He had gray hair and glasses so that narrowed it down even more.  And those blue eyes.

     As she settled in at the corner table she was glad she had brought a book to read.  Well, it was more a study book then just something to kill time with.  The Artist’s Way was supposed to help teach discipline and teach you how to overcome writer’s block.  Not that she was a writer, but she would like to be.  She sipped her latte and checked her watch.  10:20.

     Well, one thing was for sure, he was not punctual.  She did not like setting here alone and then the possibility suddenly hit her that he might stand her up.  She suddenly hoped he would.  She was not ready for this!  What in the hell had she been thinking?  She put her book in her purse, picked up her drink and headed for the door.  She suddenly froze with her hand on the latch and watched as a shiny green Corvette pulled into the lot and a very tall man in a newsboy cap stepped from the car and turned to the coffee shop.  Their eyes met and Cynthia suddenly knew that the chance for escape had eluded her and as Tucker Fuhrman looked into her green eyes with his sky blue eyes she suddenly heard Willie Nelson singing, “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain.”  She knew this man!  She knew in her soul that she knew him.  She knew with every fiber of her being that she had always known him. Whoever alfredj424 really was she was sure he was her destiny.

     Whoever truckingduck was she was not just another page on match.com.  As Tucker gazed down into the green eyes that were slowly changing to hazel and then to gray, he suddenly felt an emotion he had not experienced since he left St. Louis many years ago.    Tucker Fuhrman, 6’2”, 205 pounds, successful business man and self-confidant man about town felt an emotion completely alien to his whole being.  Tucker Fuhrman felt fear. A comfortable feeling enveloped him, but inside the warmth of her eyes he also felt fear!  He knew that life as he had known it, was over!