Skin the color of pure gold
the first thing he greets me with
an introduction he isn't even aware of
I'm lost
That jet black hair hugging his head
framing his eyes
highlighting his lips
aging his chin
My age?
Focus
Where am I heading?
Those tea-colored eyes dart toward me
...
and back to his laptop
Damn,Where did I just come from?
I should move as to not seem so awestruck
I order a frozen coffee drink
"Ok, just stare at the counter", but
"Thank you God for your goodness, for giving me another day of life, and for...his smile."
His smile
The reason for my impromptu prayer
His smile
easy
weakening
pure
I admire his smile as he studies his laptop
Who is making my stranger smile?
Jealousy
"Your coffee sir?"
How long was this guy watching my admiration?
Embarrassment
...
So?!
Sit or leave?
Plan or run?
Tea-colored eyes again...darting
Maybe
I'll take a seat |
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