"i have decided to let her go and drop everything," he said as he took a sip of café mocha.  it was a humid afternoon, and all he can think of having was a warm drink.  "what?  so soon?  i thought you're making headway through all of what she throws at 'ya?"  quipped his friend, surprised at his revalation.  weeks earlier he was hearing praises from him, how he marveled at her beauty, yet was intrigued at her personality.  how he would always looked forward to seeing her again, or spending time with her.

"yeah, that seems to be the final verdict," he said with a sigh.  "it's just that, you try–and i mean try–to get inside her head, try to figure out what she's all about, try to think how she thinks.  but there are things that happen that just blow you away in disbelief…"  he trailed that last sentence off, looking at a distance, then bowed his head.  his friend looked at him with concern, tried to say something, but stopped short, believing that this was his time to talk, his time to rant, his time to let his frustrations known.  "i mean… i don't know… how would you react if someone you like, who you're even not courting–that is, if you believe in the fallacy that is courtship–would agree to meet you outside, and while you're waiting, you happen to talk to a friend, and suddenly you see her off at a distance, and as soon as she sees you talking to someone, to that friend, she suddenly turns back, walks off and sends you a message that she doesn't want to be seen with you by any of your friends?  what kind of bullshit is that?!"

"look, bro, maybe she's just cautious, maybe she's not ready to 'take it in' yet," his friend replied, trying to calm him down.  "i mean, women are like that… well, sometimes…"  he continued, realizing that what he said meant nothing to him.  "what?  we're not even a couple yet, and she's all apeshit about not wanting to be seen with me?  look, that actually happened twice on the same day!  i actually had to go around the building to pick her up on the other side so as not to be seen.  but here's the killer part:  when we reached the restaurant and about to go in, she saw one of my colleagues inside and instantly, she warp speeds back out and says that my colleague is inside!  i mean, so what, right?  we're just two people having lunch together!  what the hell is wrong with that?!"  he then leaned back in frustration and shook his head.  "she tells me that she doesn't want talk in the office to start about us going out or having lunches together.  i mean, we barely go out, and yet she gives me this crap?"

his friend, slowly nodding in agreement, then said, "so i guess no more cremé bruleés are coming her way then?"  he looked him right in the eye, let out a small chuckle and said  "yeah, i suppose so…  ironically, what started over that drink, ends on that drink."