The weather was really bad that day. It was raining cats and dogs the whole day, but I managed to put on brave face, prayed for the best of me so my shoes won’t get wet (not working) and run into the storm.

My umbrella, which supposed to be my savior, betrayed me, and as suspected I was soaking wet within seconds. I muttered to myself ‘what the hell, I’m already wet anyway’ and continue running.

But, the cold water and the wind beat me and I was forced to look for a shelter. And there it was, a mini store terrace that looked like a piece of heaven in my eyes. Shivering like a wet cat and panting like a dog, I rest my back against the wall and examined the damage. Shoes: soaking wet, clothes: damn wet, underwear: no survivor in that department. Bag: dripping.

I let a big sigh escaped and start to regret my decision to fight up the rain when a sturdy boots suddenly appeared on my sight. I looked up and for the life of me , in front of me, standing a firefighter.

Oh man, why all firefighter are smoking hot? must be got to do with them fighting fire..

It’s gonna sounds lame, but the only firefighters I ever saw, were on telly, the American one. But this local firefighter have this x-factor of sexiness that made me drool all over the floor.

Shameless I was, I kept staring at him and then he smiled at me. Correction, we smiled at each other. No, another correction, I smiled at him and he smiled back.

But sadly, he then entered the store and my heart sank. Oh dear, no chance of introduction then. With that conclusion, another big sigh, again, escaped from me.

But, the coin is still flipping on the lucky side, he came out the store and offered me a hot coffee. Oh be still my heart.

We didn’t exchange name and phone number, only a brief smile and enjoying hot instant coffee together, but that was the best coffee ever I taste in my life.

-Cimahi, November 2011-