– was crossed by the one street. It was just consist of the office buildings, shops and coffee houses. The street seemed to be kind of shelter for a walk of the inhabitants. Every morning the town was waken up as one man walking in harmony through the affairs during the day. Dartford was like a relative for every person who lived there since it didn`t concealed anything.
The sun was frantically trying to look through the blinds into the café with a signboard «Five o`clock» on it, when the first customer came into it. He looked around leisurely and sat at the table which was still illuminated by the rays of the sun. The tea drinking was to start in five minutes therefore he had enough time to enjoy the elegance of her motions. Taking out a notebook from the pocket he stared his sight at her in order not to miss any bending of her fingers and made some sketches.
Nobody knew about the talent of this painter whose pictures had created an aura around them since the heroes were the hands which surrounded the artist daily. He met them in transport, at coffee shops and just on the streets. The man watched attentively at the movers of his oeuvre trying to «look inside» the wrinkles and scars so that to get to know their history.
She was a teatester in the café «Five o`clock» where the exhausted inhabitants were hoping to have a rest with a cup of tea on their way back to home. Sorting out the tea leaves required a lot of effort however she was so enthralled by this process that she didn`t even notice her own fatigue. Touching the tea leaves and observing the change in its fragrance represented the craftsmanship of her job.
He had noticed her several months ago when he entered the café for the first time. Her hands differed from all the rest with their fragility and confidence. The artist tried to come early every time so as to catch the outlines of her hands looking through the blinds. He was «plunging into» the world of her motions day by day and his notebook had an aroma of tea.
Three months had passed. They started glancing at each other from time to time. She was totally charmed by his mysteriousness and he was absolutely inspired by her grace. However the wall of silence was still separated their hearts.
That day he was invariably sitting at the table and reviewing his sketch that was shined by the rays of the sun, and she was still attentively sorting out the tea leaves glancing at his side rarely. All of a sudden he stood up, smiled at her gently and went out the café. She turned red and started trembling because of the excitement since the man had left a sheet from his notebook that was an inseparable part of the artist`s composition. She slowly came and sighed with astonishment when she saw the picture of her hands on it. The girl stopped dead in her tracks because of the flow of emotions in her head. The one thought that got stuck in her mind was begging her to act. She opened the door vigorously and stopped gaspingly. There was an artist standing in front of her and smiling. He held the canvas which was combined the pictures of the hands of the girl with the tea leaves attached to them.
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