Coffee Apocalypse

Coffee Apocalypse

    Rowena lands a gig at a surviving coffee shop to keep her panties in the closet and stay clothed for the camera. I show up incognito to all the baristas but Ro.
     Ro’s boss says “This man is a dedicated recycler and you got him a fresh lid for his refill. You must make it up to him.”
     “Oh. Gladly, what must I do?”
     “Go into the closet, get on your knees, and beg for his forgiveness. Then kiss and make up.”
     “I love kissing strangers. At Mardi Gras, I share
my lips like a madwoman.”
     “Don’t forget your job is on the line young lady.”
     “He must be lonely to come here every day. My kiss is his gift. Sir, follow me.”
     Our tongues touch to create a spatial anomaly.
     Our laughter erupts and her boss bursts through the door. My face is marked with Ro’s lipstick.  
     Rowena’s boss says, “I had in mind an innocent peck on the cheek. You could have him scrounging around for you like a cat after tuna.”
     “That ole Tom cat can come to my porch any day because he is my man.”
     The boss says, “Lord girl, my heart did a somersault. You had me fearing for you.”
     “He is not that kind of John. He folds clothes and washes dishes. He is the sort of John you can take home to meet the family.”