Hours and the sun will wave its late goodbye, the moon will greet this earth with its silky grey light, the hour was 6:30 p.m, within a few blocks in the village there was a narrow street a traditional food restaurant on the right and a Modern small Coffe shop on the left, by the Coffeshop 's table there stood a fat man dressing like a truck driver, wearing a blue shirt and a brown cap, an oversized jeans with a dirty and ripped shoes as one of his Finger toe can be seen clearly, passionly enjoying the last drop of his coffe from his green favorite mug, that he he always used to brings it with him as a significance for luck and to feel the unexpected, as the minutes passing by, he started looking down the road as if he was missing something but never finds it, suddenly his wild brown hungry eyes fell upon a young beautiful lady as she was crossing the street with a hurry. she has a black dark hair that strikes through the day , with a brown coat, while holding a small black handybag, wearing a slightly black glasses which makes her skin fairly white, mistaken for a walking mirror that reflect the moonlight, daring to wake up the sun from its temporary rest with the way she shines through the night, The man couldn't believe what he has just saw, pushed the table aside as his favorite mug was covered by someone else's coffe as if it has never belongs to him.
