She sat there hopeful he would turn up as he had done
before. To see that half smile he gave
her yesterday would be nice. It had
warmed an otherwise cold day. She tried
not to be anxious or overzealous by pretending to write in her journal and sip
her coffee.
Looking up each time the door opened she found herself
becoming more and more despondent. He’s
not coming today, she thought. Like a known fact, her gut instinct told her she
would not see his warm eyes today. She
suddenly felt a little bit sad; all because he had glanced her way more than
once and smiled.
“Silly me”, she muttered as she shook her head and packed up
her belongings. Said goodbye to the
proprietor and ventured out into the cold. She hoped her mystery man was ok and
that the only thing wrong was their timing.
She hoped she would see him again so she could be brave enough to say
“hello” this time.
He raced around the corner like a demon and parked the
car. Damn! There she goes, back to the
warmth of her building. He had tried to
be there earlier; wanted to see her again.
Funny, he hadn’t meant to look at her the first time, but he did. Then he found himself looking at her again;
sideways glances whilst he waited for his lunch to be made. She always looked calm and serene and he
liked that. There was something else he
couldn’t quite put his finger on but suddenly he found himself back there every
day hoping to see her. Why he didn’t
talk to her, introduce himself, he did not know. What was he afraid of? All she could do was say hello or just stare
back at him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t
survived worse before so why was he suddenly too shy to just go over and say
hello?
He watched her stroll along the street gazing at the sky as though she had no
cares. He suddenly realised he’d held
his breath whilst watching her, and inhaled the brisk cold air into his empty lungs.
Pushing open the door he strode in and
ordered his lunch, hopeful that tomorrow she would be there long enough for him
to have the courage to say “hello”.
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