“As long as I’m your kind, that’s all that matters to me.” Coffee and words. Two things I know well, things I’m good at. Fortunately for me, I found a way to combine the two. The local coffee shop has become my preferred work spot as I spend hours reading the way the authors I work with string together words to create novels. Every day, I sit at my table, working on my laptop, a cup of coffee keeping me on task. Until the one day a car happens to catch my attention, a set of eyes that have me craving another glimpse. From the first time our gazes meet, something clicks, a connection through a pane of glass. And I want to know more. It becomes a game we play each morning, a habit, an addiction, just like my morning cup of java. I need more than these stolen moments with my coffee girl, and it seems, fate is on my side. Even for a true wordsmith like me, the words for what brews around us escape me. For the first time in my life, I’m at a complete loss for words.