"Kisses for Coffee"
Brian Paul Dunlop
The train moved into the station. It was a cloudy Autumn's day like always. The sun never shined on Locust Manor, and rightfully so.
"Honey, did you remember the coffee? You know I can't do anything without it" said William, one of New York's leading architects.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I forgot" replied Beverly, one of New York's leading hospital secretaries or at least, she thought so.
"You forgot it? Bev - I - why'd you forget it? You know how important it is to me" said Will with a manic in his eye. "It's my medicine. My life blood. My everything."
"I thought I was your everything" rebutted Bev, eyes glissening with sadness.
"You are - I just can't do anything without it."
"You're addicted. Admit it!" replied Bev with a sly grin.
"I'm not addicted. Coffee is not a drug. It's a - it's a life enhancer."
"Life enhancer?" replied Bev before she broke out in a few short laughs. "You're lucky I love you. Now, let's get off this train before we end up in Arson Heights."
"Good idea. Let's go. But still, you should of remembered the coffee. You know how important it is to me."
Bev let out a short-winded sigh. "Let's just drop it, okay?"
"Fine" answered Will, putting on his blazer with a sour look on his face.
"If you want coffee, so badly; we can always go somewhere like a coffee house. I'll have one with you, but I don't need one because I'm not addicted" said Bev with a profound look on her face, demonstrating her proudness from a short, closed smile.
"Who calls them coffee houses, anymore, anyway?" replied Will, under his breath, which made Bev laugh and Will shake his head.
As Will and Bev left the train, they had to pass by various people; from panhandlers to uptight business men, who are too important to look anybody in the eye, besides their superiors and other business men. Will knew all about those types, which is one of the reasons he chose life as an architect, instead of being apart of the sub-culture of cocaine snorting, narcissists that occupy Wall Street.
"You shouldn't have given any money to that beggar" said Will, out of frustration.
"Why not? He seemed like he needed that more than us."
"Five dollars, though. You know what he's going to spend it on; drugs and more drugs. Don't be an enabler, sweetie. Uncle John did that to his son, and look where he ended up; six feet under the dirt.
"Shut up" replied Bev in a comedic manner. "Enabler? Drugs? You know how stupid you sound? Every time you get coffee, you're doing a drug. You're addicted to it, aren't you?"
"Am not" answered Will.
"Are to. Stop being a baby. If you need something that bad than you're addicted."
"Well at least, I know what I'm doing won't ever kill me."
"If you keep acting this way than I'm sure somebody would do it, themself" said Bev, giving Will a playful shove.
"I've got to watch you, little missy" replied Will, shaking his index finger, smiling as if he had already gotten his fix.
"Come on, you don't need it. Kiss me, then let's see if you still want a drink."
Will then leaned over and gave Bev, a short peck on the lips.
"What was that?"
"A kiss" answered Will.
"Just forget it. Let's go get some coffee" said Bev, before letting out a long sigh.
And soon enough, after walking five blocks, Will and Bev came to a stop at a place called, "The Caffeine Palace."
"We're here. Happy?" asked Bev in a semi-comedic fashion.
"Why wouldn't I be happy? asked Will with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Forget it. Let's just get some coffee."
"Now, you're starting to make sense" said Will with a reassuring smile.
Bev let out a brief sigh as they both entered the café.
Inside the café, Bev and Will were met with people of various sub-cultures; some trendy European-like young adults wearing oldly tight clothing, others that look like they're apart of the hip hop community with over-sized clothing that barely hung around their waste and buttocks, and then there were some who looked like they came straight out of Transylvania as one of Dracula's minions.
"Hello and welcome to The Caffeine Palace" greeted a man with a pink handkerchief tyed around his neck. "Today, our special is the decadent apple crumb cake topped off with whipped-"
"No thanks" interrupted Will. "Today, coffee would be just fine."
"Well alright" said the greeter with a bewildered look on his face.
"Don't mind him. He's a total addict" said Bev with a face full of smiles.
"I am not an addict" replied Will, feeling insulted.
"Well, I always say; it's better to be addicted to coffee than to be addicted to anything else" joked the man with the pink handkerchief.
Bev began to laugh as Will called out, "Just show us to our table." The man's face drew back as Will said this.
"See, he is addicted" diagnosed Bev.
Will grunted as the man winked at her.
"Right this way, we have a table ready next to the window, if you don't mind."
"Now, that was some good coffee" said Will, slinking back in his chair.
"How could you enjoy that? Black coffee is nasty."
"Hush up or people will think that you're racist."
Bev scoffed. "Black coffee is too bitter. I don't know how you can take it down."
"It's easy. It's because I'm a man. A real, big man."
"A man, are you?" asked Bev with a sly grin.
"I am a man" answered Will, also smiling.
"Why don't you prove it then?"
"I will, you brought the pills, right?"
"I did. Oh Will, I always have the most fun when I'm with you, but what will mom and dad think?"
Will then leaned across the table and gently pressed his index finger, vertically across Bev's lips. "Shhhhhhhh, not another word."
Bev then smiled and finished the remainder of her coffee, very quickly.
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