The Cafe by Maryna Snizhynska

I`ve never been to this café before.
I used to have dates with many different women in another place which was my favorite or raditional, if you want. Now I am thirty and it seems to me I finally have met a real love. I was sitting with Miranda at the round light wooden table covered by white knitted tablecloth. She was picking at edge of it and touching a rim of cup.
– The coffee is overcooked! – She said irritable.
– Let`s order another one, – I offered.  
– Ok, but I don`t want coffee any more. Excuse me! – She called a waiter. – Could we have a tea with mint and chocolate for two? Do you mind? – Finally, she addressed me. I had no reason to refuse. Oh, how useful it can be to read a composition of dinks!
Miranda finished school two years ago. She's so young and fresh. I feel the wind of live in her. She studies at the Faculty of Law. Miranda told me that she dreams of an experienced adult man. Maybe she wants him to replace her father, who died four years ago?
The waiter brought us our tea. The romance of the week vanished like a smoke. The tea smelled so pleasant of a mint and …milk. Everything was ok except the fact that I was a vegan for ten years. People react differently when they find out of it. Usually they think that vegans are a little bit crazy, that they want to kill anyone dressed in leather or eating stake with blood. I was afraid to inform Miranda about it so fast.
She poured two cups of hot tea. Steaming fragrant tea captured the entire space café. Miranda took a sip. To drink or not to drink? I don’t want to lose her.
«It`s so hot ant tasty!» - She said satisfied.
If I drink it I will betray my principles. If I don`t do it I will lose my real love.
«Just try!» - She proposed me.
Her eyes were burning bright against the pastel background of café. This young woman was only one real thing in my life now. What to do? I was losing my temper on the voltage. Why do I need my principles if I lose Miranda? But why do I need Miranda if I lose myself?
The tea became colder. I couldn`t wait any longer. I sharply took my hand, and a cup of tea fell to the ground. Fragrant whitish liquid spilled on polished dark brown flooring and ran away from me and Miranda into the unknown. It seemed that this little stream grows to the size of the ocean that will absorb all visitors of cafe, Miranda, me with my eternal doubts in myself, in life, the existence of true love.