As i open the heavy glass door, the scent of coffee embraces my nose and i walk through the wooden floor , my high heels clapping against it earning me some looks from the few people already seated. As i take my ice coffee latte and walk to the little table by the window, the noise from my heels earn me more looks, especially from the man at table seven. He stares at me for a while and give me what seems to be his a version of a smile, i smile back at him before settling down to read my mails .
After reading my mails and scrolling down through my Instagram,i look up to see that more people came in and i catch myself staring at the man on table seven and i am glad to see that like every morning since 2 years now he dresses up neatly and expensively. I am not a great connoisseur but there are certain things you can't just miss and i am pretty sure the watch at his left arm is a Rolex or it appears to be one. He seems to be in his early forties, a well kept body, broad shoulders and perfect dimples. I am sure he has many women drooling and running after him though there is a golden ring on his left hand but has that ever stopped extra conjugal affairs? Ask that to my father who never seemed to respect his engagement towards his wife.
The waitress brings him his black coffee and blushes a little bit when he thanks her with a smile, poor girl she looks desperate for him to notice her but can i judge? I'm totally hitting on him if i have the opportunity. The same waitress walks to my table and my mouth waters just at the view of the chocolate cake i ordered i thank her but she doesn't react the same way she did for the client of her seventh table. Well i guess i am not really her type after all. I chuckle only at the thought that she reacts the same way with me, i will be totally embarrassed.
Its only when i lift my head from my plate that i catch him staring at me, his news paper now closed. I've never seen how green his eyes are and honestly, it's not like we have been holding each other's gazes for this long before. Okay now i will sound cliche but this just feels like an eternity and i have to break the whole movie scene thing . I pretend to be brushing imaginary crumbs from my black pencil skirt and continue scrolling through my phone doing nothing reallly. What is up with me? I order my rebel braids behind my ears and i can't even touch my cake because I am scared to embarrass myself anymore.
Since two years it's the same scenario, just that today he seems to pay particular attention to me, like he just realised something about me. Its been one year since i reasoned myself that nothing will happen between this stranger and me because that's it: he is just a stranger, i know i talked about hitting on him but will i do something like that? Absolutely not, and i would like to say it will hurt my pride, but since we are honest here; i am just scared of him , thats it, he is twice my age and imposing yet develishly handsome.
Lets not forget what seems to be his wedding ring. I sight and turn my eyes to the window, hopping to forget about this man for a while. Its a beautiful spring day, the sun is gentle and the sky blue only with few clouds.
Thinking about it, i never really intended to have something to do with this beautiful stranger. But since i started my job at the local journal, this cafe became my favorite place in town and from what i understood the first day i saw him pass through the glass door he had been coming to this place a longtime before me.
He was dressed in all black chanel costume with and the scent of his perfume came to rivalise with the coffee. I have met number of strangers in my life,i remember some vaguely and maybe i pass by others every day without recognizing them. But for every morning since 2 years i spent in this place, he became a special stranger, a fantasy.
I mentally facepalm my self when i realize looking outside did not distract me much from the man, since he was stll in my head. It makes me smile when i think about the fact that, when i pass that door and walk down the street, i forget all about him and live my life fully but thinking of it now , i never saw him anywhere except from this place. I only allow my self to fantasize at him because he never came with a woman here, his wife or children. Well...I'm just guessing, lets not forget i dont even know his name and he doesn't know mine we are complete strangers to each others i am the woman who smiles at him every morning and he is the man who sits at table 7.
When my phone screen comes alive with my boss's name written on it, i take it as my cue to leave . I quickly pack my things and walk up to the counter to pay my bill, i only turn around to see that he is on his leave just like me. He opens the door for me i thank him with a nod as i try hard not to smile but he does smile me and tell me i am welcome. As i walk out he does the same ,without waiting i engage my walk down the street and a few meters away i turn, i see him walk the opposite way to his car. I smile to myself knowing i will see that stranger again at table 7.