The door opened and she walked in.
He had seen her before in his dreams, many times like this, and she was perfect. A wisp of hair fell nonchalantly across her face, and she smiled as she ran her fingers through her long, dark hair. It was a smile of confidence and grace, and he shuddered. With a free hand she lit a cigarette, and stood there for a moment, letting him take her in. After what seemed a long while, she carefully stepped across the cluttered room and whispered in his ear.
Thats the way it always happened. He shook his head and tried to think of something else, as he turned to look out the window of the café. In the distance an arm of lightning touched down, and a moment later he felt the thunder in his chest.
He was tired of driving that night and wanted to rest. This little place in the middle of nowhere called to him, as his old Ford pickup hummed down the highway. At first a faint glow, and then a neon sign, and then he pulled into the parking lot. He sat there for a moment with the engine running, contemplating his actions, where he had been, and where he was going. The rain was coming down much harder now.
Inside the cafe he reached down and lifted the cup to his lips. Cold. How long had he been sitting in the booth? The coffee was terrible, even when hot, but he hardly cared. He sat there, staring at the surface of the liquid, stirring it slowly, stirring his thoughts away.
The door opened and she walked in.