"It's all vegetarian." she says.
She has a tattoo of a chemistry element on her left shoulder and a see-through white tank top on with a black bra. I order a black coffee.
Rap music blares. Gun shots and swear words fly freely past the house plants and through the open windows and doors into the street.
Chemistry tattoo girl hands me a coffee in a cup from the 80's. I read online that this is where the beautiful lesbians with attitude hang out so I added it to my lesbian Mile End hit list.
I observe the local characters in a pre-coffee haze. Wide eyes, like....well...like a newborn lesbian in a tank top with a screen printed crying kitten on it. Two bearded men sit beside me. One is reading "The Animal Rights Debate". Two women go by pushing a baby carriage.
The owner wears a sideways baseball cap and has sweaty short black hair. She has a tattoo of a city landscape with several outlines of puppies. I immediately like her. Dog people- we flock together.
We make eye contact for a second. I mess up my hair in a backwards motion in an attempt at cool casualness and look away. She looks away. I look at her. She looks at me. I look away. She looks at me. I look at her.