Sounds of a ringing bell in front of that cafe reminds me of your attendance. In the past moment. Two years and a month. We didn't talk. We just--in silence--sip our coffee; latte, mochacinno, and an espresso of mine.
You're my closest new friend. A smile that looks like mine, same glasses, same kinda face; with different attitude which yours are calm and kind and mine are wild and snobbish, different past time, and sometime, same way of thinking.

We used to sit in that corner table which connected to outdoor side. We used to talked much about social life, peoples, shitty problems, love story of mine and almost everything. Almost.

I may say I'm smarter like ass, but I'm also more lazy than you. For real, I liked to see you have higher score in every lesson, I'm happy when you used to share some story that you don't really enjoy tell 'em. Because you always say 'Come on tell me some stories. I'm bored and I don't like to share story. I have no story. And I like to listen to yours.'

We always sat on the same table and we tried all kinds of that poisonous enjoyement called coffee. We have lists of that fuckin awesome cafe which are all our targets to go to. We always noted every menu we ordered then give rates to 'em. I remember 3 of our very first coffe; espresso with 1 star, caffee latte with 4 and mochacinno with 3 stars.