Jul 21, 2003 20:24
Luka ordered her usual: the strawberry ice frappachino with non-fat cream.
She looked around to search for other customers sitting around the tables, for the sake of her unique monophobic heart. Some old couples, businessmen with wireless laptops, young giggly girls, and a man. A guy? Certainly not a boy, she thought. What is the difference between guys and men anyway? She contemplated many complex yet unimportant facts of the English language during her free time. Other than writing songs and hacking internet systems at home, daydreaming was her only other choice.
She walked over to the table that looked like a chessboard. For some reason, it was the one table she sat in whenever she came. No other table. Never.
For a moment she thought she had perceived some black animal on the other side of the jazzy space. A cat? Dog? No, it can't be. I'm seeing things. I'm seeing things. She closed her eyes tight to only open them again, to see the guy gazing straight at her. His eyes scintillated with wonder, yet deep mystery couldn't help soaking into Luka's mind.