11 Sept 2017

At the Cafe by Yulia Kolomiets

They forgot to put napkins on the table.
Unsurprisingly, with so many visitors, it is possible to forget your own name. Аnd so every day. I do not know how the waiters cope with such a crowd. Sometimes I have to spend 40 minutes waiting for  cup of coffee. I should probably go to other cafe, but there are something that makes me come here. Delicious coffee, good atmosphere and he…
А young guy who often comes here to have breakfast. It looks very attractive, he has something magnetic. He comes here almost every morning to have breakfast. I`m really sure, he is single. Because, if he had a wife or girlfriend, she could cook for him by herself. But even knowing this I'm afraid to approach him and get acquainted. Instead, I just sit and paint his portrait with a pencil on a napkin (if they are on the table). The picture is always the same. High forehead, expressive cheekbones, dark deep eyes, straight black hair. Surely he works in some serious company, he is always dressed in a suit and looks very neat. Probably he spends a lot of time and money on himself.
But today everything will change. I'm going to meet him. Wish me good luck.

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