The Coffee Shop

(Part 3) Ed: She shows up every day just before sundown, and I've only noticed this because once the sun goes down, she's always quick to pack up her laptop, throw out her food and drink whether she was done or not, and rush out the door. I try not to think into it too much, we're still practically perfect strangers. Her life isn't mine to pry into, although I would like to have a bigger role in it than just the guy who makes her coffee.

Looking at her is like looking at one of those simple yet gigantic paintings of circles or smears that you see in a critically acclaimed art museum or that sell at auction for millions of dollars. You see it and you're confused, 'How can something so easy be hanging on display? Why do people pay to see this?'. She is such a simple beauty, and few people are able to stop and admire her. 'Why does she just throw on random clothes and pretend they match? Why does she put color in her hair and expect it to look nice?'.

She is beautiful and elegant in her own way and I can see no wrong in her. Her smile is genuine and every 'Thank you.' is as sincere as it could be. It doesn't bother me when she wears old, ripped, oversized flannels, because her confidence shines greatly over any possible negative attributes. To me, that is why she is beautiful.