Scent of a Coffee Cup

This is a follow-up post to my previous notorious blog entry.

Ok, a few months back, I was introduced to this would-be new colleague in a gathering. He was smart, cool and rather dishy looking. But he was to become my colleague and so I wasn't interested. Don't believe in office romances and stuff like that mar. That is, until he mentioned casually that he had just completed his PhD. I was salivating and about to dig into my lamb chops that he brought me when I heard that. Immediately my head turned so fast to look at him with new besotted eyes that I got a neck crick. Ouch.

Anyway, at the end of the day, sanity prevailed.

"He's gonna be working in the same company. Get a grip of your hormones, girl!" my conscience screamed and that was that.

A week later, he joined the company and as the weeks flew by, I realised that I hadn't exchanged more than a hi and a bye to him. Which was a waste, because I remembered him being really good company that night.

However, things took a turn for the better. Hee hee. This week, when I sat and sipped coffee demurely next to him during our dratted early morning meetings, he finally asked me the thing that was bugging him for the past few weeks.

"I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time," he began. Wah.

I looked at him with what I hoped was a cool and unperturbed smile, "Oh? What is it?"

"Tell me," he said with a pregnant pause. "What is the brand of coffee that are you drinking? I really love the smell of it."

I was delighted. Always am whenever I discover a fellow coffee lover. More things in common mar. Very, very essential for friendship and such.

Apparently, the first time when I sampled the coffee and everyone in the office could smell it, Dishy Guy got a whiff of it, too.

But I was rather embarrased to tell him the brand. What would the poor guy think of me drinking a cup of supposed aphrodisiac every afternoon? So, I merely told him that the brand was P*rl Cafe.

Dishy Guy wasn't about to give up on his quest for coffee that smelled so good. So today, when he passed by my place after I made my cuppa, he asked.

"May I see the packaging of your coffee? Might want to get it myself."

Aiyoyo... There was no escape. I had to show him. I relunctantly fished out a packet and handed it to him, "Eh, by the way, this is Kacip Fatimah. It has absolutely no effects on me ar. I just drink it as I would any cup of coffee."

He very gingerly took the packet that I gave him.

"You can have that if you like," I said generously.

"Errrr... I don't know if I should," he said doubtfully.

"Take it. No effects wan!" I said confidently.

Finally he nodded and winked at me, "Ok, I'll take it. Hopefully, this won't make me more emotional after this."

"Aiya, just one packet. No problem lar," I grinned back at him, secretly hoping to see how this cool guy would react when he's... emotional.

It's funny but I had no idea that all these while my Kacip Fatimah coffee was paving the way to a closer comradeship. Isn't this so nice?

Me and Me Coffee Mug!