cafe

the gray sky swirls above, blowing pumkin colored leaves past my door as i step out into the biting wind. i stroll down the sidewalk under the crkinkling oaks. the dry wind bites at my neck as i pull the scarf tighter, its downy yarn cuddling my neck. an old taxi gargles down the black asphalt swirling the leaves behind it in a black cloud of exaust. i walk into the little cafe, the little bell on the glass dorr rings its greeting from the top of the doorframe.
"a large mocha, heavy on the chocolate" i tell the scruffy college student. the stainles steel beast churns and froths, steaming the windows as i dig for the $2.50 in my grey cargos, thier seams frail and furry. i take my mocha, cuddleing it close for warmth. i sit outside, enjoying the new weather and watch the cars go by. she walks by, her red dress flashing from underneath the large fur coat. its lke a beatiful bear just stode into the cafe. the bell jingles in happyness as she slides through the door.
"a large mocha, heavy on the chocholate" i hear her say from inside the foggy windows.