He had his legs spread, long fingers wrapped around the lower half of a large coffee cup and all she could think about was getting down on her knees between those legs and those long fingers pushing through her short hair. She imagines one of those fingers pressing inside her or all five of them cupping her cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth over her zygomatic process. She wants to lick and nibble on those boney ankles showing between dark blue jeans and worn brown leather shoes. Lean her head down on his thigh and bask in his attentions.