![]() Placing his food on the table, he pulls out the chair and takes a seat. He smiles, his teeth are straight and white, one tooth twisted slightly mars the otherwise flawless smile. “Uh n-no?” I stutter, my guard shooting up. I turn, eyes widening as I see the tall man collecting his plates and coffee and walking my way. ‘Let him stare.’ I think, ‘It’s just a taste of my own medicine.’ I can feel the man’s eyes on me, but I don’t look back. I take another bite of my muffin, the gooey texture blissful. I wonder what it is about this specific man, that is chipping away at my practiced composure. Moments tick by, I start to feel awkward, a feeling I very rarely have to deal with. I stare back, a smile spreads across his face, the expression so contagious I can’t help but smile too. I fight the urge but fail, I glance over and sure enough he’s watching me. Almost too nervous to look back at the stranger for fear he may be watching me. I look away, although somewhat hesitant to break the instant connection. I have to remind my heart to start beating once more. The vivid blue depths gazing deep into my soul. His eyes collide with mine over top of his mug. He takes a sip of his coffee, eyes closing as he savors the rich flavor. I found myself wishing it was me he was talking to. ![]() I hope everything will be to you’re liking.” Celina says, gently placing his food on the table. I wonder at his thoughts, wishing I could be inside his head for even a moment.Ĭelina walks over balancing the plates on her lower arms. A slight shade of stubble covers his sharply cut jaw, his chin resting comfortably in his palm. I watch silently as he gazes out the bay window, his eye color still a mystery to me. ‘ Perfect’ I smirk, applying another coat of red lipstick. ![]() He takes a seat by the window not too far from me. Then what of that simple black briefcase he is grasping so tight? Or perhaps he’s not even a businessman at all. This man clearly is tailored from a different fabric. As I have discerned, most businessmen seem to be cut from the same cloth, a pretty basic design if you ask me. I had expected an Espresso shot or two, eggs and bacon on toast. Not what I was expecting, this man looks stiff and uptight, like the CEO of an important company. I listen carefully, straining my ears just to know his simple order.Ī chai macchiato in a mug, one slice of cinnamon toast, extra cinnamon and a strawberry tart, please. He speaks to Celina, the girl just fresh out of high school, who greets me by name each time I show up. They are the window to the soul after all. I always seem to discover so much more whilst looking into a person’s eyes. His hair is tousled slightly as though he recently ran his hands through the brown locks. Tight boots hug his ankles, slight scuffs marring the otherwise flawless shoes. He is wearing a thick black coat, a white shirt tucked into obnoxious burgundy trousers. It was a man who slipped through the door this time, I have never seen him before. Watching strangers secretly, trying to figure out what kind of life they hold. That activity is one of my guilty pleasures. The movement draws my attention from that heavenly muffin and to the new arrival. The doorbell jingles and another customer walks in. I take a bite of the muffin, the sweet syrupy fruit melting in my mouth. A small plate sits beside the tea, a blueberry muffin gracing the air with its delectable aroma, tendrils of steam float up, mingling with the heat from the tea. Distractedly, I glide my hand across the table before me, crimson painted nails creating ripples in the white lace tablecloth. Not the forest you race through with fear, the one you go to when you need to be alone with your thoughts. This place reminded me of a forest, dark and soothing. Dark green wallpaper lining the walls, pairing magnificently with the dark polished wood. I wonder how their grandchildren are faring. Joe and Paula chuckle over sugar cookies and a fresh brew of coffee. I squint, faintly making out Pride and Prejudice scrawled across the cover. Laura by the corner wall as always, her nose yet again buried deep in a novel. Meredith is here this morning, her Shih Tzu peeking out of her purse as she feeds the scrawny beast crumbs from her toast. I peer around the room, studying each face around me with utmost fascination. Steam whispers from the teacup before me, the scalding liquid untouched as I wait patiently for it to cool.
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