The entire café watched with bated breath, eagerly anticipating the drama unfolding in front of their eyes.  He was either suffering from vision problems or dementia to turn down the coveted advances of Roxy.  The look on said woman’s face was priceless.  Could this have been her first real rejection, transforming flawless skin into an ugly red mask, twisted with rage.  Cups of coffee sat ignored as bystanders observed the handsome customer collect his bags of coffee and walk towards Angela and Emily.<br/><br/>Angela knew Emily shared details about Boris but what she failed to disclose was how hot he really was.  If she wasn’t in a relationship and Emily wasn’t her buddy, the man wouldn’t know what hit him if Angela put all of her charms forth.  “Em, hurry up and get yourself together. He’s on his way over!”  Hissing under her breath, Angela stood behind the counter, chin propped in one hand, acting nonchalantly.<br/><br/>Emily hurriedly scrubbed residual tears away while glancing at her reflection in the nearby espresso machine’s polished chrome surface.  Her eyes were somewhat red, but both cheeks were flushed becomingly.  Hoping Boris wouldn’t notice anything too embarrassing, she stood straighter, palm resting on Angela’s shoulder for emotional support.  Both women watched his approach, Emily with happiness and surprise and Angela with suppressed amusement.  As he slid on to a bar stool at the side counter facing them, Emily noticed a portion of an oatmeal cookie balanced on the rim of his coffee cup.<br/><br/>“Is that what I think it is?”  She pointed at the object in question.  Remembering her manners, the barista began introductions, explaining that the petite woman was not only a co-worker but her best friend to boot.  Angela didn’t hesitate to extend a hand in greeting, “I’ve heard a lot about you, Boris. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”<br/><br/>While this was going on, Roxy silently moved forward, eyes narrowed calculatingly.  Angela and Emily watched as the third woman casually leaned against Boris, her hip against his side.  Smiling playfully, she rubbed his back with a lingering gesture, and asked, “Emily, why not introduce me to your friend here?  I didn’t catch his name.”  The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.