Returning to the underground station,
we discover an old Italian coffee shop.
I order a tall espresso, and hot
chocolate for Bella. It is blisteringly
warm and beautiful. As we wait
for our drinks to cool, we discuss
how we’ll arrange each room.
We feel uncommonly fortunate.
As we talk, the proprietor sings an
enchanting melody. He polishes
his tiny monogrammed coffee cups.
We are his only customers.
This shall be our special place.