Sometimes you just gotta create your own fun....

the noctural beast wanders the pier alone with a sense of melancholy all his own
he is disturbed by the sound of nothing in particular
and senses he is no longer alone
turning on his paws he is faced by no more than the thought of living alone
and it chills him to his bones
he turns again and walks headlong into someone coming in the opposite direction
he apologises profusly and dusts himself off
when he regains his composure and looks up
he is blinded by that which is before him
acting on impulse alone he stammers out the first thing that comes to mind:
"Would you like to have coffee?"