The smile— he had first seen her at the coffee shop around the corner. She was busy taking orders and the queue in front of her seemed to be moving at the fastest pace. She was working sedulously— listening to the orders, typing them into the terminal, quoting the price, collecting the money and finally returning the change with a smile.
The smile---it was the next best thing to heaven. It was like softly falling snow flakes on a mountain; or maybe a dew drop glinting in the summer sun; no— like a cherry blossom— fresh and youthful, and soothing …
The smile— it drew him towards her like a moth to the flames. He queued up in front of her, waiting for all the insignificant people in between them to vanish. He wanted a world where there would be only him and her— paradise. The smile— he returned to see it every day. He would sit at the table nearest to the counter and watch her work. She never noticed him.
The smile— he had first seen her at the coffee shop around the corner. She was busy taking orders and the queue in front of her seemed to be moving at the fastest pace. She was working sedulously— listening to the orders, typing them into the terminal, quoting the price, collecting the money and finally returning the change with a smile.
The smile---it was the next best thing to heaven. It was like softly falling snow flakes on a mountain; or maybe a dew drop glinting in the summer sun; no— like a cherry blossom— fresh and youthful, and soothing …
The smile— it drew him towards her like a moth to the flames. He queued up in front of her, waiting for all the insignificant people in between them to vanish. He wanted a world where there would be only him and her— paradise. The smile— he returned to see it every day. He would sit at the table nearest to the counter and watch her work. She never noticed him.