I see a plate filled with crumbs lying dormant at the table, it's color white and dull. Across from my position sits my boyfriend, talking about something political and making very good points about his topic. He should be the president, I'd vote for him. Though his speech in somewhat drowned out by the droning fan above our heads, I still get the serene and calm feeling as his deep voice seems to breath into my chest for the millionth time.
A waitress comes by to check on us, asking if we'd like anything more. I decline, the chocolate eclair still settling in my stomach. I proceeded to squeeze some lemon into my water as she walked away. I washed down the last bit of food and cleared my throat.
There's something in the way the atmosphere feels today, as if everyone in the cafe is looking at us. I'm not sure that it really counts for much, but I could swear the lady to our left was whispering rumors to her daintily-dressed friend, who also sat nearby.
Women tend to gossip a bit much don't they? I pondered this, guessing it must be a timeless gene passed down. The women were probably tougher back then, and passing rumors about someone may have saved lives in tribal times. I shrugged at the entertaining thought.
The small bell strung on the door behind me rang out in a high pitch as a stranger entered the small coffee shop. He took several large strides toward the register, his long trench coat floating in a hypnotizing way behind him. He reminded me vaguely of a Dick Tracey meets modern gangster without the style or grunge of either. There was a ping of warning in my chest, as there always was when a suspicious character entered a place. How was I to know that he wasn't going to rob us all? Maybe it was me that was paranoid, but I'm sure everyone else was thinking the same thing.
I hear my boyfriend's voice come back into a mild focus; apparently our discussion had progressed to human rights and modern warfare. I love our conversations, but today I was really disconnected and just wanted to enjoy his presence. I'm sure he won't mind when he realizes I'm not listening at all, he's understanding that way.
I adjusted my shoulder bag slightly, having not bothered to remove it. I must have looked as though I was ready to leave at a moment's notice, but sometimes going against cultural expectations is a deep and powerful feeling worth indulging in. Maybe it was simply because our savings were in that bag, soon to be dropped off at the bank upon leaving.
In a sudden waking moment, my train of comprehension was poetically laid to rest as an orange sun set in the window, casting it's shadows and warm light across the room. I faced the animated figure across from me and gently caught his waving hands in mine, holding them softly and smiling, "If it weren't for the sun blinding my senses, I could swear I just saw stars in your eyes."
His gaze became subtle as his expressions stilled. I couldn't tell if the cafe had actually become silent with onlookers, or if my ears were simply drowning in the flood of his voice as he leaned forward and placed a knowing kiss upon my lips.
"I love you, David." He purred sweetly.
To him I fell, "I love you too."
A waitress comes by to check on us, asking if we'd like anything more. I decline, the chocolate eclair still settling in my stomach. I proceeded to squeeze some lemon into my water as she walked away. I washed down the last bit of food and cleared my throat.
There's something in the way the atmosphere feels today, as if everyone in the cafe is looking at us. I'm not sure that it really counts for much, but I could swear the lady to our left was whispering rumors to her daintily-dressed friend, who also sat nearby.
Women tend to gossip a bit much don't they? I pondered this, guessing it must be a timeless gene passed down. The women were probably tougher back then, and passing rumors about someone may have saved lives in tribal times. I shrugged at the entertaining thought.
The small bell strung on the door behind me rang out in a high pitch as a stranger entered the small coffee shop. He took several large strides toward the register, his long trench coat floating in a hypnotizing way behind him. He reminded me vaguely of a Dick Tracey meets modern gangster without the style or grunge of either. There was a ping of warning in my chest, as there always was when a suspicious character entered a place. How was I to know that he wasn't going to rob us all? Maybe it was me that was paranoid, but I'm sure everyone else was thinking the same thing.
I hear my boyfriend's voice come back into a mild focus; apparently our discussion had progressed to human rights and modern warfare. I love our conversations, but today I was really disconnected and just wanted to enjoy his presence. I'm sure he won't mind when he realizes I'm not listening at all, he's understanding that way.
I adjusted my shoulder bag slightly, having not bothered to remove it. I must have looked as though I was ready to leave at a moment's notice, but sometimes going against cultural expectations is a deep and powerful feeling worth indulging in. Maybe it was simply because our savings were in that bag, soon to be dropped off at the bank upon leaving.
In a sudden waking moment, my train of comprehension was poetically laid to rest as an orange sun set in the window, casting it's shadows and warm light across the room. I faced the animated figure across from me and gently caught his waving hands in mine, holding them softly and smiling, "If it weren't for the sun blinding my senses, I could swear I just saw stars in your eyes."
His gaze became subtle as his expressions stilled. I couldn't tell if the cafe had actually become silent with onlookers, or if my ears were simply drowning in the flood of his voice as he leaned forward and placed a knowing kiss upon my lips.
"I love you, David." He purred sweetly.
To him I fell, "I love you too."
