Looking back, that little coffee shop on the corner of 8th and Macdougal Street had always been there through the good times and bad. It had been there when your father passed away when you were eight and the barista gave you a hot chocolate on the house when she saw you crying. It had been there when you started high school and needed a place to study, and there for you when you had broken up with past girlfriends and celebrated good times. But most importantly, it was there when you met HER.
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you.
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
Her name is April O'Neil, and it's weird how you were there at the right place at the right time when she waltzed out of the snow and into your life. You remember how she took down her hood and shook off the snow on her hair, the smile she flashed to no one in particular when the smell of coffee hit her nose, and how her nose crinkled at the heavenly scents of the coffee shop you h