Walking towards the coffee stand I can tell you're apprehensive about all this, after all we've never really exchanged words before and to suddenly be getting coffee together is a bit strange, isn't it? Still I'm in shock that you accepted and having been prepped for rejection I really don't know what to say. So many thoughts are running though my mind. "Is my hair okay?" "Did I put on too much cologne?" "What should we talk about?" And most importantly, "I wonder what she thinks of me?" I'm calmed the moment we walk outside as the spring rains have filled the afternoon air with a pleasant hint of the cherry trees and as our shoes make little pitter-patter sounds in the puddles, I can't help but feel tranquility in my heart. I offer to pay for coffee and after a few exchanges and a bit of stubbornness on my part, you grudgingly accept. As we sit down, I can tell that the most pressing matter on your mind is why I asked you for a cup of coffee.
I want to tell you so many things at this point - how your haircut gives you a quiet beauty like the silent movie stars of days long past. Or how the gentle curve of your lips makes it so easy to become entranced with what the words that smoothly flow out of your mouth. I can't seem to find the courage to say all this to you so I just gaze into your beautiful eyes as you talk. I've never actually talked at length to you so I'm alert to every word you have to say - you could be musing about the mysteries of the universe or the bitterness of the coffee. It really doesn't matter as long as I can discover more about you.
I was hoping that you would give me a second chance as a mutual friend had said that you're a really sweet and kind person. I've never known her to exaggerate much so I figured that meant that you'd lend a sympathetic ear to what I have to say. Maybe it's all just a hoop dream; maybe there will never be anything between us, but at least I had to try. So what do you say? How about a second chance at first impressions? The coffee's on me.