LOVE ME AGAIN.

The coffee shop.

"Good evening Mateo, can I get an American latte with two scoops of jaggery with a maple leaf art dear?" Britney who has been a regular customer at the coffee shop swung by.

As I made the order Britney tells me about her recent trip to Canada as she always does once she is back from her free spirited travels.

"Mateo I met someone..." The more Britney travels the more she meets her new boyfriends. I remember clearly she was dating a 'Romanov guy' from Russia then suddenly they broke up and now she is back with a song on her lips about this new guy. Truth be told I cannot shy away from gossip since that's a normal here at the shop.

For some reason people around here just tell me stuff about their lives, maybe because I am an easy going person.

"Mateo...why are you spaced out? Listen to me...I believe I have found my twin flame."

She seems really excited about this new guy maybe she is serious about him though their is a long distance between them, and let's not start on the time difference.

" His name is Antonio Santoro." I gasped because that was such a familiar name, I was thinking of a ginger haired Canadian boy... but that was shattered. I wondered if Britney knew who she was talking about since she was not a native here but she settled here for an year long work contract.

"Sorry Britney, come again....who did you say is your twin flame?"

I asked her in shock. She replied to me playfully with her cheeks flushed and her eyes having a recognizable spark of someone who has already fallen in love. "it's Antonio Santoro.....mmhh Mateo I'm in love darling."

"ooh Britney, Antonio is not an unfamiliar name here...he is the youngest of the Santoro family. I heard he was sent abroad for farther studies....but I never thought of all people, you two could even be in the same room." judging from the pacing of Britney's right foot she didn't hear anything I just said.

It's like she was star struck and just zoned out. It was around twenty minutes past six when two other customers came in. The ring bell rung alerting me to put the menu ready for the customers.

" Did you see them?" one of the two young men said. They were around 19-20 years old it was just right to address them as young adults. " what can I make for you today" I asked both of them but still wanting to know what they were talking about.

"we'll have iced americano please." they replied simultaneously then buried their head to continue with their talk. They chose sits by the counter as I made their order.

" I think I just saw Lorenzo and Antonio coming this way to La Tazza Café...their cars are so expensive and cool....I will work hard and get one." I made their order and served them while wondering what would the most powerful bosses in Italy doing around this quiet place.

Britney was also overhearing and as soon as she heart Antonio's name, she was so delighted not even being sure the "Antonio" in the previous conversation was the one she was telling me about.

Suddenly, the door bell rung making me aware that someone was coming in. As I bent over to prepare the menu, four heavy built men wearing jet black suits with 'no joke' face entered. They ordered everyone out and for a few seconds I stood there confused.

All the customers left and I just stood there still not grasping what was happening. Britney was also packing up her bag and about to carry her drink, then I saw here rushing over past the heavily built men shouting excitedly,

" Bbbbaaabbyyy...." I wondered to myself if she has completely lost her mind. Before I could even come to terms with what was happening...." Mateo...it's Antonio...it's him...it's him"

She was in disbelief that her new boyfriend had traveled all the way just to see her. Antonio wore a black suit similar to the heavy built men...and a recognizable family crest a black panther, gold coated neck tie ring of the Santoro family.

Standing next to Britney and Antonio, who embraced each other as if they depended on each other for air, was a man who I have never set my eyes upon. But was unexpectedly my type.

A man written by a woman as they say or a gay man's wish come true.