As I got off my motorcycle. I walked passes a wedding dress shop. I stopped in front of the window and saw this beautiful gown for the bride. I lift my face shield of my helmet and stared at it. Oh to be able to find the love of my life to be in this dress.

I sighed knowing I’m no luck for love. I’m a fool and a hopeless romantic loser. All I do is race with my motorcycle and go to the gym. I began to start heading to the coffee shop I was supposed to go.

I can’t help but I always regonize this woman who work here and take my order. She is so beautiful and calm. She sweet and gentle. The way she tie her hair loosely and her wispy bangs. Her beautifully eyes that look tired—oh to take good care of her and protect her. Or take her on motorcycle rides to feel her arms around me and leaning against my back.

I don’t know this feeling but everytime I order my coffee from her. I feel my heart beats as I speak to her. Hearing her soft angelic voice makes me flutter. I can’t help but to sudden imagine her in that beautiful big wedding dress I saw before coming in here.

I stood there, staring at her as she look up at me, she couldn’t see my full face but my eyes because of my helmet. It was until her voice broken my spacing out session.

“Sir…? One Americano Coffee right like always?…” she asked me. The way she looks up at me, makes me flutter. I keep imagining her in that wedding dress. Is this a sign to make my move and turn us into friends slowly instead of staying strangers? Can we be lovers…?