An epiphany hit Boris like the proverbial ton of bricks, soon followed by its twin ton of cement blocks.  He needed to frequent<i>Blue’s Café </i>more often, eliminating the other smaller cafés from his cyclical visitations.  None of the other coffee establishments employed eye candy like this.  The honey-blonde was, succinctly put, a honey, pure and simple.  Though he couldn’t quite recall her cleavage when he first ordered the two bags of ground java.  That’s a visual that simply wasn’t overlooked, like a T-rex casually strolling down Main Street.  Wearing<i>Bose </i>headphones.  See?  Impossible to miss.<br/><br/>The smokin’ barista (definitely hotter than the coffee served) knew what she was doing, too.  The pair of coffee bags were positioned in such a way that her own pair of fun bags remained on full display.  Nothing obstructed the landscape.  While she made small talk, Boris briefly glanced beyond her where he saw three guys scoping out her ass.  His assessment of her tight yoga pants (was there such a thing as<i> loose</i>yoga pants?) probably offered an enticing view of her backside.  One guy even shot him a thumbs-up with a huge smile.  Were they taking pictures?!  The damn scoundrels!  Sadly, his vista would not fall upon said sweet tush.  Boris contented himself with an eyeful of her bountiful valley instead, which wasn’t a bad deal either.<br/><br/>A coughing fit shattered the idyllic setting.  Like everyone else sprinkled throughout the moderately-sized café, Boris turned toward the agonizing disturbance.  To his surprise, he recognized the pink-haired woman in distress.  While her co-worker was obviously doing her best to alleviate the cough, Emily continued to struggle with it.  She even managed to wave at him.  What a trooper, he thought.  Once it had subsided, he patiently waited for her to compose herself.<br/><br/>In the meantime, this recent sighting changed everything.  Each and every time he thought he’d seen the last of her, Emily managed to pop up anyway, like that pesky but cute gopher from<i>Caddyshack</i>.  Boris finally got the message of,<i>Do something already!  </i>Balancing his nearly half-eaten oatmeal raisin cookie on the cup’s rim of his<i>Americano, </i>he relieved Miss Cleavage of his bags of coffee while purposely gazing at her tempting twin peaks, knowing full well that she saw where his eyes briefly rested.  He thanked her again and advanced toward Emily’s position.<br/><br/>Miss Cleavage, mouth agape, was beside herself at the apparent snub.  Hands on hips, she turned around where one of the booty watchers fumbled with his smartphone, dropping it in the process.  She rolled her eyes while refocusing on the retreating Boris, clearly annoyed that he’d forsaken her for Emily.  Emily!  Standing there, she mulled over her choices of what to do next.<br/><br/>With a smile on her face, one that he’d seen before, Emily merely stared at the approaching Boris, while her friend’s mouth dropped slightly ajar.