Saturday Morning Coffee

Time to get a couple of joints in, trawl the net, have a wank and then go see Lottie. The sun is shining, it is a beautiful day. Bliss.

Ah, Saturday morning in Carlton, off to the coffee shop to get beans for the week. Smile nicely at the coffee boy, who looks at me with a blush in his smile and a look of anticipation in his eyes – it could all be in my head, to be sure.

“Yes, I'll have one of your muffins too,” I said. 

Knowing which muffins I was talking about. He blushed again. (The guy has the most amazing arse on him and if someone isn’t getting to lick it, it would be a monumental waste)

“Which one tastes better?” I said.

Oh, um, he said. Cherry.

Cherry, I said. I'll have your cherry... one. 

He fumbled getting the brown paper bag.

There's a new guy started at work, Matthew, kind of cute in a conservative, private school boy kind of way. As I looked through his CV, I noticed that he put down as his next of kin Justin Forte, partner. I know who I'll be sidling up to at the next works drinks. I've never had an affair with a guy from work, always just not thought that way, could never do that, so unprofessional. But lately I've decided it is one of those things I must do before I die. You know, like the list of books and the places to see. 

So, Matthew, let's see what your made of. Besides, lately I've been tuning into the grapevine at work, something I never normally do, but the new English HR manager is so tuned in, I find out everything. It's a worthwhile tool, one I've been clearly oblivious to all these years... 

...and everyone is up everyone else, apparently, it's unbelievable, so I'm relaxing my attitude around that issue, I've decided.

Anyway, the baby faced barista and cute Mathew from work have an uncanny resemblance. It’s what came into my head, as the baby faced barista handed me my coffee beans, I’m not exactly sure why. So, I ordered a coffee and a Danish and sat down and spent some time gazing at the coffee boy imagining what Matthew, his older brother, and he, might get up to. It’s okay, I had my laptop with me, and I opened that up and started writing, Matthew and His Little Brother Max, while I was surreptitiously gazing out the corner of my eye and allowing dirty thoughts to ensue. 

People came in the whole time I was there, it was a pretty busy morning, coffees, eggs on toast, pastries, all flowing out of the kitchen with precision. Take away coffees galore, of course. I love to people watch, so I was more than happy.

The cute as a button barista boy thanked me as I left.

“Oh no, thank you,” I said. I was careful not to overdo the reply.