It is late. I walk in to the dimly lit coffee shop. I scan the room and find you sitting in a corner in the back of the room. You see me as I approach and your eyes pierce through me now as I walk towards you. I can barely see you, but I sense your anger. I walk up apprehensively. Afraid I have once again gone too far. I lean in slowly as you look me up and down. I slide into the booth next to you despite your evident dis...