Thursday, July 12, 2012

...And He Watched Her Go

She looked at the big round clock hanging on the wall as she bent down a little to serve a hot cup of coffee with a muffin to a customer sitting beside the window. The window was showing a clear view of the road outside the cafe. It was half past four. “Thirty more minutes and my working hours would be over”, she thought to herself. As she straightened her back, putting the tray down on the table, she tried to steal a glance of the outside through the window. Her eyes searched for the same tall sturdy figure she had been seeing there daily for almost a week now but she couldn’t find him. After making sure that every customer had had what they ordered for, she positioned herself on a chair that was located in a corner and waited for the remaining half hour to pass. Unintentionally playing with a small thread that had come out of the seam of her apron, she pictured his face.

He was standing in his room looking down, through the half opened window, at the garden that was adorned with colourful flowers. Mentally complementing those beautiful flowers, he smiled as her picture drew before his eyes. He was dressed up informally in subtle blue denim and a plain, off-white, appropriately fitted t-shirt. Over the t-shirt a plain yet graceful, black, unbuttoned coat draped his strong, sturdy figure. After giving a few moments of observance to the garden, he pulled his hand from his trouser's pocket, checked the time on his Rolex and walked towards the middle end of his room where a full length mirror was situated. His tall figure stopped in front of the mirror at an angle that was perfect for him to see himself from his prim dark hair to his shiny, black leathered shoes. With his eyes scrutinizing his image in the mirror, he grasped the collars of his coat, gave them a little jerk, dusted off a crease from the right sleeve of his coat and headed himself out of the room. Through the hallway he walked out to the garden and ultimately to his convertible that was parked in the garage, seated himself elegantly on the driver’s seat and drove off.

The music that was playing in his car stopped abruptly as he parked his car on the road, opposite to where the cafe was located. He came out of the car and stood there leaning against it, spontaneously looking at the cafe’s door and checking the time on his watch after every minute. “I would talk to her, today”, he whispered to himself. He looked down at his watch for the last time before gazing up at the cafe’s door to see a beautiful, delicate figure coming out of it. Breathless and wonderstruck, he stood there like a statue and let his eyes breath in whatever they could in just enough time for him as long as she remained in his sight. It was her! The same dark eyed cafe girl with delicate features and peachy complexion. Gorgeously attired in a pink floral blouse and dark blue skinny jeans, she paced down the 3 stepped stairway of the cafe. Her hair bounced perfectly as she walked down the stairs of the cafe. She was beautiful, he thought. “I would definitely talk to her”, he whispered to himself once again.

When he saw her coming, he noticed that her pace was so flawless, it looked like every step she took was precisely measured. Why do people think nobody is perfect? She was perfect. Flawless. Everything about her was so far from fault that a little feeling of denial, like an ivy plant, started to climb over his confidence. Everything he thought about saying to her just flew away out of his mind and vanished into thin air. He thought maybe his words would not be enough. He did not want to lose her before even winning her. She was so beautiful, maybe too beautiful for him. The rejection fright growing deep down inside him kept him from mustering all the courage that was needed to mold his feeling into words.

She tried to catch a sight of him while leaving the cafe’s boundary to come to the other side of the road where he was standing. She managed to cross the road, finding her way between the moving vehicles, and hauled herself nearer to where his black convertible was parked. “Maybe he would talk to me today”, she hoped and kept walking towards him, occasionally trying to catch his glimpse. One more step and she was now standing opposite to him with her right side facing him.

She could not help moving her face to take a proper look at his charming personality.

A tall young man. Masculinity at its summit with his cropped hair daintily trimmed and sophisticatedly combed. His rigid clean-shaven square face, with jaw lines contoured at sharp impeccable angles, was too charismatic to be ignored. Prim features perfectly placed on his wheatish skin. Thick dark eye brows and profound dark brown eyes with their gaze so wonderfully, sharply and adorably piercing that could easily flip any girl’s heart over. His slender nose was perfectly the size that suited his face and there was a very small, almost invisible, mole on its tip. He had a unique smile which tilted the left corner of his lips. Nobody could ignore the fact that he was extremely attractive.

Her heart skipped a beat and did a somersault instead.

He felt her demure gaze upon him and it made him gasp, his spontaneous inner sensation. How could anyone be this beautiful? His mind went numb. Dark brown eyes with long curled eyelashes, took his breath away. Wavy layered hair fell perfectly on her shoulders. He was completely bewitched by her beauty, like one gets fascinated by a colourful and enthralling fireworks display. Her twinkling eyes stared at him with a bashful gaze while her little key shaped earrings dangled with the movement of her neck. Her personality overflowed with a great deal of noticeable features that it seemed impossible to grasp her flawlessness in just one glance.

His heart did a few irregular fluttering beats.

But she could not stand there forever. She only broke her pace for a mere time period of five seconds. Those five seconds that helped her absorb whatever she could about him. Like every past day, he did not utter a word. “He was a charming rich guy, why would he fall for a cafe girl like her?”, these words echoed in the back of her head. She snapped herself out of the aura his charming personality was radiating, jerked her neck a little, set her eyes on the ground, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear, and walked past him to the bus stop that was a few steps away from her now to wait for the bus that was coming from the other end of the road.

Far away from knowing that she felt the same way about him, he, along with his self-designed apprehensions, stood there motionless, and watched her go.




12 comments:

  1. Wow. This is amazing writing.

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  2. Nice thots perfectly put into words

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  3. NOOOOOO :O
    I wanted them to talk.

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    1. He lacked the courage and was too afraid to talk.

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  4. I liked the intense description of the guy; a little much detail and adjectives in between the paragraphs but I liked this short story. It has potential. ;)

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  5. OHH wow :)
    Just the flow of words and the rhythm and the story itself <3

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  6. love is beautiful. nicely portrayed =)

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