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Everyone around her seemed to have that one person to love.
Each lonely soul she had previously found solace in had eventually been joined
by that stunning other they had been patiently waiting for all morning. And yet
she was still alone at her table, typing away empty words on her machine which
looked like it would also leave her in three seconds.
She looked around one last time, her eyes silently begging
for a lonely friend, someone who looked as empty as she felt. Someone who would
make her feel the soothing comfort of lonely company. None. Every customer at
this restaurant had someone to lean on, someone’s hand to brush against during
flirty laughter, or someone’s eyes to gaze into as a whispered lover’s intense
conversation lost the two in a world of their own. Rolling her eyes she dove
back into her work and lost herself in the black words she was typing.
Suddenly she felt a presence. An intent gaze had fallen upon
her and stayed there. She felt her body stiffen in nervousness. She wanted to
look up and discover what wonder awaited her. She thought about the possibility
of the love of her life sitting across the patio, looking at her, taking in
every inch of her beauty. The more she thought about it, the surer she was that
the surprise that awaited her was a tall beau ready to make her his wife. Her
mind’s eye told her of his six foot three structure, broad swimmer’s shoulders
and arms so strong they could kill a small puppy with one carelessly placed
strike. She saw his black curls fall around his face in loose tendrils, and she
knew of the coolness in his hazel brown eyes. The kind of cool that cannot be
threatened by any situation, but turns red hot in passion when behind the
closed doors of the bedroom.
She imagined his smile. His perfect rows of pearl white
teeth that spoke no lies, guarded by the lips of a god. She saw the smile of her husband-to-be, the
man she could love for the rest of her life, and she loved every moment of it.
She loved how his tongue rolled the Rs in his mouth, as if tasting them,
playing with them a little before letting them tumble out of his mouth. She
loved how he would listen to her speak, and never interrupt. She loved how he
would be so attentive to her needs, and how he would massage her feet. She
thought about all the things he would do, “Breakfast in bed, surprise flowers,
heart melting romantic dates, tender kisses, passionate embraces.” She thought
about everything cliché every girl had thought about and hoped for. She knew it
was all mostly cliché but she did not care, because she knew it was all true,
and she would want all that and more in a man.
When she had formulated her dreams in her mind and convinced
herself that today would be the day that it would all come true, she raised her
eyes to find her beau.
Toothless. The dirty old man smiled at her. His dirty hand
in the zipless crotch of his torn trousers, he was furiously jerking his hand.
He winked at her and licked his lips and he kept moving his hand fervently, his
eyes cruising all over her body. Fighting back the gourmet doughnut she just
had, she was thrown into the reality of her “beau”- the homeless man on the
street corner.