A/N: Written last year for my college English class.

Just One More Cup of Coffee

“Perhaps he’ll come in a few minutes,” Gloria thought to herself as she looked down at the warm back coffee in her cup.

“Only a few more minutes and he’ll come. I know he will. He said he would. I knew he wouldn’t lie,” she thought silently as she lifted the cup on and the warm liquid drizzled slowly down her throat.

She sighed as she replaced the cup down on the white ceramic saucer as the soft aroma of coffee filled her senses. Her eyes slowly glided over the table to the small empty ceramic plate that matched the coffee cup she was given.

While she had been waiting, she had a piece of toast smothered with snow white cream cheese. It was her usual dreary morning meal, but just now she had ordering it out of pure hunger. It just a piece of toast and in the long run, she didn’t think it would matter while she waited for him to arrive.

As a bell over the door rang, Gloria looked over at it suddenly, hoping it was him. It wasn’t and she rested her eyes back on the coffee that steamed in front of her.

The cold breeze from the door chilled her as it made its way inside the little café with the customer. Gloria pulled her coat closer around her with her glove-covered hand. She had been too chilly to remove her gloves when she had entered the café only a half an hour ago. She had placed the other glove back in her pocket so that she was able to drink her coffee without being improper. It wasn’t proper to eat with your gloves on and Gloria knew that. Gloria had kept her left glove on, since she did not use that hand to eat her toast or drink her coffee. Besides that, she was cold.

The air outside had suddenly turned frosty after she had left her small apartment flat. Thankfully, she had left her gloves in her green winter coat. Her only winter coat.

It was the only coat she could buy with her small salary. She worked at a small department store where she had also gotten a discount on the warm green coat she wore.

It was at the store that she had met him. He was quiet and very shy when he started to come in routinely, then he became interested in her.

At first she wasn’t interested, many men had come in before and noticed her but one day that all changed. She had just looked at him one day and in a split second her mind had changed about him.

“He told me he’d come,” she though again, staring down into her nearly empty cup. “He said he would. Why isn’t he here? He said he would come..”