Michael Collins - Cold Coffee

‘Waiter!’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Bring me a large cold coffee please… my taste-buds are on fire… Wicked.’

The waiter left…with the name bored look on his face that he wore all evening.

‘That usually gets a laugh or two…’ spoke this young man… who was actually chuckling… . Chuckling for three really, as his companion simply looked embarrassed. For a first date, this was starting off ‘not good’. She sighed inwardly, considered her predicament. ‘How do I get out of this evening without creating a scene or causing offence,’ she thought.

'You know you might actually get cold coffee Jason', she ventured.

‘No, He knew I was only joking…’

The cold coffee arrived right on cue…

‘Hey, waiter, the coffee’s cold…’ exclaimed Jason… words all in a rush.

‘Yes, sir, is there a problem?’

Jason leaned back in his chair, looked at the waiter, looked at his companion (whose name was Trish... Though in the moment it eluded him). Trish was slowly shaking her head… Subtlety was her strong point. One of many actually: very few of which, she would later tell herself, that Jason would ever  get to know the pleasure of… That, at least, was one certainly the night promised.

‘No, It’s fine’, finally, exhorted Jason. ‘Really … no… fine.’

Jason knew when he was not a winner with the coffee. He was not on a winner at all that night to tell the truth...

But he did not know that … yet…

Trish did!