Wooooow… I would cook her breakfast so hard.

———————————————————————–The coffee was warm, but not as warm as the sun coming through the shop windows, and even that wasn’t nearly as warm as the words.

Her: “You look tired.”

Him: “I was born tired. What do You think the coffee is for?”

Her: “I thought You liked the taste?”

Him: “I do. What did You want to be when You were little?”

Her: “Oh god…. Anything with animals… but You first.”

Him: “I’ve always wanted to own a chain of slaughterhouses.”

Her: “Stop it.”

Him: “Hey! Don’t stomp on a man’s dreams! So, a vet?”

Her: “I’m serious. Anything. A vet. Zookeeper. Dogsitter. Cats. Dogs. Frogs. Snakes. Birds. Horses. Anything.”

Oh, I’m in trouble.

Him: “Cats or dogs?”

Her: “Why not both?”

Him: “How dare You compare cats and dogs.”

Her: “What’s wrong with cats?”

Him: “Oh, there’s nothing wrong with jungle cats, but some of those little bastards think they belong to Cleopatra herself. Besides, all dogs go to heaven. That’s scientific fact.”

Her: “Cats don’t have to belong to anyone… if they ever can.”

Him: “Fair point. You got me. I guess that’s a draw for some people.”

Her: “I’m guessing You’re a devoted dog guy.”

Him: “You haven’t met ol’ boy. He’s a good dog. I know everyone says that, but he really is a character. We’ve been around the block more than once. We’re just a couple of strays together.”

Now She’s gonna start giving you the business back.

Her: “The dynamic duo… so… are You a good dog?”

Yiiikes. She’s a cruise missile.

Him: “No. I’m a human being. Listen, I’m not just a piece of meat, OK?”

Her: “Oh, so now we’re playing serious?”

Him: “I didn’t realize we were ever not being serious or ‘playing’ at anything.”

Her: “So, You were serious about being a slaughterhouse magnate?”

Him: “As serious as a heart attack from all of that red meat coming out of the abattoir.”

“No, but seriously… I had that phase every little boy does of wanting to be an astronaut. Then I wanted to be a photographer for national geographic. Then the phase of doctor/lawyer (just so they have to call you Doctor in the courtroom) fighting the good fight, then… something else.”

“I was on an ambulance for a hot minute. That was fun, just wish you could pay the bills with it. Being a lawyer who isn’t a vampire is a tough road, so I guess it’s back to the medical side of things.”

Her: “Hmmm…”

She stares into your soul through the steam rising from the mug. You’ve barely touched your coffee.

Oh, shit. She’s got me pegged… and talking way too much.

The words will tumble out of your mouth with less elegance than you would like and even less than she deserves.

Him: “But mostly I think my life’s calling is to take You dancing.”

Her: “Oh, for god’s sakes. Is this every day?”

Him: “Only when I’m on a roll.”

Her: “Is that what You call this? Seriously. Is this all the time?”

Him: “Seriously… I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

“Pretty good coffee though, right?”

We live to fight another day.

Once upon a time.