By on February 14, 2013

A Cheesy Valentine API Story!

I tried to finish my homework that night.  Physics was my cup of tea.  It would have been a 5-minute endeavor to compute the gravitational attraction force between the Sun and Earth, but something otherworldly happened that afternoon.

I was sitting by the cafe minding my own business, sipping cappuccino in tiny amounts (to prolong my stay), then this girl came in.  The weather was just perfect, with the afternoon sun putting her on a spotlight like she was meant to step on it and just shine.  Her face looked familiar, I didn’t quite place it but I recognize it from somewhere.  I won’t go into details.  Let’s just say that at that moment, I felt like I had already won the lottery.  It was weird but I knew I had to do something.

She went up to the counter and stopped abruptly to check the menu.  At that point my mind was already giving me a glimpse of what was supposed to happen.  I would come up to her and say “They have good cappuccino here, you should try it.”

She’d paused with an astonished expression, and after digesting it in for a bit, will play along, and reply with, “Is that so?  Do you work here?”.  With that she would smile, and I would be thinking if it was sarcasm or a challenge.  I’m not very good with analyzing words.  They get in the way.

“Well no, but I come here once in a while, and go to the movies after. It’s just across the street.”

Shit. Was that too soon? It wasn’t even related. I’ve blown it this time for sure, like everything else.

“I heard Star Wars is showing.”

Snap! She’s into Star Wars. You don’t get these chance occurrences often, no way.  Maybe some people do, but not for me.  I’ve been holed up in my own world for too long, sipping cappuccino minding my own business.  I would have been happy computing gravitational forces between celestial bodies.

“They should have kept George,” she said.

“Pardon?” must’ve been what came out of my mouth.  It was a noob moment, I know.

“George Lucas? This Star Wars is being directed by J.J. Abrams I heard. Uhm, sorry you’re probably not into these things.”

So what, I have a poster of a huge Death Star on my wall.  Sure, I’m not into these things.

“Well, maybe a little.  Say, can I buy you coffee?”