Coffee Sensibility: Part III
A thousand tortured thoughts flew through my mind as I waited in the vacant chatroom. Where was my beloved duckwrangler508? What if my reply had been lost in cyberspace? What if the address were wrong and he waited elsewhere, convinced I had spurned his attentions? What if a customer wanted coffee before he arrived? What if Mr. Purvis noticed that I was not working?
Before my fears could spiral beyond control, a familiar handle entered the room.
I smiled to see him there and blushed as I realized he had arranged for a private room.
“hi” appeared upon my screen in deep blue Times New Roman. Bold, of course, suggesting classic masculinity and yet, the font itself gave the impression of subtle restraint.
I hesitated; no girlish exuberance of pink or purple would do. I pulled on a forest green Garamond, then in a coquettish whim, added italic for a feminine slant.
“hi,” I typed back.
duckwrangler508> were u waiting long?
exitreal297> no I jst got here
duckwrangler508> thnx 4 meetn me
exitreal297> happy 2 ive enjoyed yr emails
duckwrangler508> im glad
The immediacy of real time paralyzed me with sudden awkwardness. Gone was the leisure to review each sentence, to consider and ponder possible misinterpretations. What could I say to express my raptures of delight?
I hit enter and instantly wished I could call the letters back, even as they appeared on the screen. I hoped he would not think me too forward.
duckwrangler508> my name is Keith
His name! My hand rose unbidden to press against my chest as if in an effort to keep my heart within.
A new line appeared. duckwrangler508> can i ask yrs plz?
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! My fingers shook upon the keys and I accidentally hit the caps lock key. Thankfully I caught my error and backspaced, before sending, “Sophia.”
duckwrangler508> Sophia 🙂 thts a pretty name
duckwrangler508> yr msgs hv meant a grt deal 2 me
exitreal297> u dont need much, do u
duckwrangler508> just u
How tempting it was to read deeper meaning into those five simple letters.
duckwrangler508> r u set up 4 vc chat?
Voice Chat? I swallowed nervously. Things were going so fast and yet I had little time before the lunchtime rush of customers arrived. To hear Ducky’s voice meant more to me than I could say, but did I dare risk it? I glanced at my manager. He was staring at me, as if daring me to step outside the lines.
Why had I not waited until I was at home before responding? Oh, the woe, the heartache, the sharp pangs of remorse I suffered as I stared at his invitation.
I dropped my eyes, and stared at the cursor blinking accusingly on the screen.
duckwrangler508> 2 bd
At the same moment, I heard, “Too bad.” As I frantically reached for the volume control, I realized the voice came from across the cafÃ©.
My manager stood and faced me. “You have a lovely voice.”
Beyond him, I could see his computer screen with a chat room glowing upon it–the same chat room I had shared with my beloved Ducky. There could be but one answer.
A rushing grew in my ears louder than the hissing steam of a latte, the room swam with black specks like Indonesia Toraja Sulawesi grounds spilled upon the floor and I swooned from my seat.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s exciting installment.