The Coffee Shop

Mordecai sat with Rigby at their usual table at the coffee shop where Margaret and Eileen worked.

Mordecai's coffee cup was sitting in front of him, untouched.

His eyes were glued to the red cardinal, serving other customers.

I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you

Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.

Mordecai thought of the boyfriends Margaret usually had; buff guys that knew how to throw a punch.

I've seen the path that your eyes wander down, I want to come too.

I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you.

Margaret strode to Mordecai and Rigby's table, holding a tray of food. She set it down in front of them.

"Here you go, guys," she said, smiling. "I told the chef to add a little more pepper in your soup, just like you like, Mordecai."

"Thanks," he replied.

No one understands me quite like you do, through all of the shadowy corners of me.

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much.

All of while, I never knew.

"No problem," Margaret said. "Enjoy!" She waved at them and walked back to the counter.

"Dude, just ask her out," Rigby said, dipping his sandwich in the sauce.

"It's not that easy," Mordecai told him. He grabbed the crackers that came with his soup and began cracking them as he stared at Margaret.

I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you.

Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine.

Now, I'm shining too.

Because, oh because, I've fallen quite hard over you.

Mordecai absentmindedly ate his soup while keeping his gaze on her. She was now cleaning the counter with sponge and soap.

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know.

His mind was filled with once again with her usual boyfriends.

If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone.

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much.

All of the while I never knew.

Mordecai put down his spoon and got out of his seat. Rigby and Eileen watched him with curious eyes as he approached the counter, muttering to himself.

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much.

"Hey, Margaret?" Mordecai asked, his voice softer than usual.

"Yeah?" Margaret asked, glancing up at him, momentarily stopping her cleaning.

Mordecai felt his face turn red.

All of while I never knew.

"Mordecai?"
All of the while

"I was… uh… wondering," he stuttered. "Um… do you… want to…"

All of the while

"Do… you… want uh… want to… go out… with me?" He gulped.

"Out?" Margaret repeated. "Yeah, I'd love to."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Great, pick you up tonight at eight," he told her.

"Okay. See you then." Margaret was smiling huger than she ever did before.

And so was Mordecai. He walked back to the table, where he was greeted with big smiles from Rigby and Eileen.

All of the while, it was you, you.