I had just finished my morning yoga and was sipping on a good cup of
dark Arabica coffee when he appeared like a vision of true Caribbean
perfection with the sun sparkling off his "still wet from his morning
swim"
body. He took a seat next to mine and looked at the breakfast menu. He
glanced my way and with a beaming smile he asked me what my flavor was.
"Coffee or other?" I replied. Intrigued by my shameless flirtations he
started with his own.
