Quietly standing in the queue.
Seeing what to order
Too many to choose from,
A tall, venti or a grande.
Mind pondering the many permutations,
whiling the eyes roam around the room
Just to become fixated on this tall, venti and grande sight.
A shade of Mocha,
mixed with a shade of cappuccino.
Hints of white around the lower jaw.
Eyes as dark as expresso,
Stubble as smooth as a java chocolate chip cookie.
Nose as perfect as adonis
With an air of coolness.
As frothy as a Frapucino.
A Total Starbucks God or is it a Greek god,
Lost for words, looking on at this sight.
Mind already playing songs in the background
Amidst scenic Swiss mountains,
Only to be broken by the shrill voice of a siren, asking your order please
The mind says A venti mocha cappuccino.with a dash of espresso god,
The mouth moves to.say just a bland tasteless tea.
Only to lookup and see the fixture of your dream to stand near you
With a wry smile knowingly meant that a culprit is.caught.
With the hands in the cookie jar.
Feeling red, muttering thanks
Slowly dashing away out to just feel the fresh air.
Heaving a huge sigh, feeling starstruck for a moment.
Only to realize such things happen in reality.
Broken by a sound behind, that extends thanks and coolly walks by.
Just enough to know that we might meet again at Starbucks another day.
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