Patiently waiting his turn in line, Boris never tired of the clear-cut aroma of coffee.<i>Blues Café </i>reeked of the popular beverage’s scent.  Even the beans, ground or otherwise, smelled awesome!  Idly passing the time, he reflected on other favored odors.  There was gasoline, which was always welcome when it was time to refill his bike’s fuel tank.  Oh, and then there was fresh-cut grass.  In order for him to feed that fix, however, a visit to a park or something similar was required, since he lived in an apartment.<br/><br/>Any more fragrances being added to this modest list would have to wait for another time, once he was close enough to notice Angela and Emily shooting the breeze behind the counter.  Their attention to customers never wavered, however.  For now, there was no sign of Roxy.  As usual, he was reminded of both women’s attractiveness, though he focused more on Emily.  She was, after all, the reason he was here in the first place.  Er, there was also his favorite<i>Americano </i>with room for cream to consider.<br/><br/>Who was he kidding?  The contents of the bag he currently held were immediately earmarked for her.  At best, that<i>Americano’s </i>role would be as a crutch, an excuse for a visit, if you will.  Well, no matter, as he was here and so was she.  Karma.  Fate.  Scheming.  Did the terminology truly matter?  Not believing so, Boris was actually a little excited about the three gifts he held for her, which would soon be in her possession.<br/><br/>The mug was the best, especially the bumblebee, seeing as how she worked in a coffee café.  Boris did hope that the red mug’s plug for his business did not present a conflict of interest for her.  He was also planning to invite Emily to stop by the shop, permitting her to choose whatever her heart desired from the piles of bling from Ernie.  The only other person who’d be granted this privilege would be Pierre.<br/><br/>Still undetected, he was innocently checking her out.  Emily’s forest green and black clothing combination seemed to go well with that pink mop of hers.  Boris smiled at her obvious bubbliness, as all customers received the same treatment, gender notwithstanding.  Hello, Roxy?  You should be taking notes, he amusingly thought.<br/><br/>Now third in the pecking order, he watched as Emily greeted the person at the head of the line.  Boris smiled at her eager, graceful customer service.  It was then that she took note of his position, returning his smile but never totally deviating from her current patron.  What’s this?  Did a knot in his stomach pop out of nowhere following her recognition of him?  Was this a case of nervousness?  Pah, he mused, only schoolboys got nervous.  The knot, however, never subsided until well after placing his order.<br/><br/>Prior to stepping away from the counter to wait for his<i>Americano</i>, Boris held up the<b>GENUINE PARTS </b>paper bag for Emily’s and Angela’s viewing.  He then politely said, “Uh, Emily, I’d appreciate it if you could stop by my table the next chance you get.  And no rush,” he quickly added.<br/><br/>Angela grinned like a maniac, instantly recognizing an invitation of sorts.  Grin not going anywhere, anytime soon, she informed him, “Boris, as luck would have it, she’s on break right now.”  Her grin only increased, while Emily stood there with a slight blush.