" Dorian "

Some people might think I'm going to work my second shift, some of them even see me as a young woman going out on a date with her boyfriend.

Exactly five more steps I passed a fancy cafe that read "Les Deux Palais", a white man with a body size that is quite short compared to the size of European men in general, wearing a beret hat typical of this perfume country which slightly covers his warm face, he looks like he is directing his eyes to me while placing the cup and plate of a visitor on his right. As usual his eyes seemed to greet me, with his lips full but locked.

I know he's been watching me for a long time. Maybe he was the only person who saw me sitting against the glass while occasionally dipping her index finger in her nostril in turns, then making it a natural glue between the windows.

As if to say that I'm also off work on weekends, as well as stalking off rich men who visit that fancy cafe. Some of them have their ugly girlfriends who look like my mother, while some of the other guys don't even look up at the sky.

Every now and then I want to pretend to drop my things, should it be my scarf or my bag or my wallet like the one in the tv series.

" Ahh .. it's very risky "

Or should I play a paper airplane that I made out of my poetry book and it crashes on one of the cafe tables, and Romeo is the owner of that bench and he falls in love with my poetry.

" Ohhhh... Should I do it ? "

Hovering my imagination flying wild. Only dorian always finds my eyes, maybe there are some beautiful paragraphs that have piled up in his mind.

One time when I was about to go home late I met him who was about to close the cafe, and gave me some chocolate candy left over from dinner visitors. It's a shame but I can't resist the delicacy of that sumptuous chocolate that's been waving seductively at me. Let's just say I accept his good intentions. He just held out his hand without even a word. That's how we parted.