Espresso Rendezvous

His grey blue eyes pierced into hers as she sat curiously in the cozy coffee shop.  It had been years since she'd last seen him and yet it almost seemed like yesterday; he hadn't changed a bit- looking free spirited and decidedly French as always.  Their coming together seemed almost out of the blue, for no one-on-one connection had previously been established, but there was a purpose in reestablishing their acquaintanceship, if only to see a familiar face.  His words danced like rhythmic movements from his lips to her ears, singing a tune filled with wonderment and awe.  Brilliant, established, professional; the embodiment of such a free-spirited character who lives so passionately could only come from the pages of a romance novel.  Or perhaps he was a figment of her imagination.  Who was this man whose called upon her to join him for an espresso rendezvous?  

The exchange between them was fluid and smooth like cocoa butter slipping off a warm, suntanned body; exhilarating, exotic, enticing; each phrase of dialog leading to another series of intimations, expounding upon mutually shared experiences and like-minded theories about life.  It was evident they were kindred spirits and this was no chance meeting; their paths were meant to cross and come together in this intimate café.  As each moment passed, the theosophical statement “When the pupil is ready, the Master appears.” rang louder in her ears.  These moments became almost surreal as she began contemplating moving forward on a dream that had, up until this moment, been a castle in the sky.  

There is something magical that happens when the right person says, “I believe in you.  You can do this if it is what you want and I am willing to help you succeed.”   And that is what happened during this humble palaver, in this snug, toasty coffee house booth on a frigid winter’s day.  A few hours later, they left their nook, stepped out into the invigorating, biting wind and went their separate ways.  She went about her day exhilarated and he went home to write; each of them somehow different, galvanized by the brilliance of their encounter and the hope it inspired.  

To be continued...