The wild spirit of the Sahara desert
entered into the room. My gut instinct told me she is something special. The atmosphere of the popular city café went dim and the energy of the outlandish woman stirred up the visitors. My after-dinner ambiance dispersed and I totally immersed into the observation.
The newcomer is of medium height. She has Egyptian traits. Her black hair is straight and silky and skin is tanned. Her svelte body is wrapped into the chiffon milk dress with cut-away shoulders. The shoulders...The shoulders of this woman are so elegance that it looks like the lines of the goddess sculpture. The neck is gracefully thin and long. The appearance of the woman radiates agility and youthful glow.
In contrast, her face is not a paragon of beauty. The daughter of the Nile has oval face with protruding chin. You know this type of chin? It's usually the trait of fiercely independent people. Her nose is prominent and with a little crook. Although, it`s not a perfect one, the lady certainly admire it. It is her flag, manifestation of charisma. The things that other girls dislike she wears and demonstrate as prize. She knows that beauty is not the cultivated plant, it rather wild jasmine than home-brewed bloom.
The lips of this woman are average and smiled. It's nothing like the Aphrodite's curved lips. The mouth of Egyptian woman is talkative and wide. She drinks her life with joy and not afraid of drifts.
She goes across the room and stops beside the bar counter. The first margarita. The second one. Does she want to hang out today?
The woman give a slow look-over. Like a cat she examined the bar counter, the barmen, the hall of the café. Predictably, she starts scrutinizing the visitors. Finally, she catches my gaze...but it feels like not she, but I'm in a trap! She certainly know, that I've been looking at her all the time!Now she reveals her cards and I feel myself like a little mouse in her clutches...
Her eyes are brown and almond-shaped. She doesn't use the eyeliner because her eyes are big enough. I could say that she has dark gipsy eyes, but the gaze is surprisingly intelligent, lovely soft and unexpectedly deep. She is an x-ray for the human's souls! She paralysed me. For one brief moment she made me feel like I am unarmed and almost naked. Surely you know this feeling...The direct, open and pure glance always breaks intangible walls and connect people. I took my eyes away.
It was not a confrontation between us. Only the keen interest. The society is so atomised nowadays and people are so secluded that the firm eye contact occurs rarely. I noticed that I highly appreciate our mute conversation...
The rest of the evening I spend reading the book and drinking latte. What happens with the Egyptian woman? Surprisingly, we forget about each other after the eye contact. I have a look at her just once.
A man, the stranger has came to the bar counter. Apparently, he is someone this woman has a rendezvous with. The man is certainly not her man. Maybe he is even someone else's husband, but I don't know about what are they talking about. The daughter of the Nile is smiling, but no one can read her mind. She is not an open book! Vice versa.
Their conversation get cut off. The Cleopatra and the stranger dissolved in the darkness of Ukrainian evening.
The echo of the Nile remained at the café.
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