The Beautiful Katastrophe

(XXXVI) Wishes

     When I woke up the next morning, Prince wasn't by my side. I didn't see him the night before, either. But I knew he eventually came home. I remember him kissing me 'goodnight.'

With the girl from the café still on my mind, I went to the kitchen and toasted a bagel. I had already decided that I wasn't going to the office before I went to bed six hours ago. I was too drained from yesterday's events with Mia and Adrienne.

I walked around the house, thinking of something to do. Honestly, I was thinking of going back to that café.

"Your usual."

That meant pretty eyes must've went there often. I was so breathless looking at her, mainly because I felt I finally found the face of Kat Co. Her eyes... they were perfect. Exotic and breathtaking. What I've been looking for. I couldn't see her close enough to know if she was wearing makeup but I could visualize how she would look after I got my hands on her.

I went in my homemade art studio and took a seat in front of a blank canvas.

After swallowing my last bite of breakfast, I brushed my fingers together to rid the crumbs on to the hardwood floor.

Then I picked up my flathead scrubbing brush.

I wanted to see her again. So I tried painting her.

The only thing I could remember in great detail were her eyes. They were somewhat golden when the sun hit. And wispy dark lashes surrounded them. Her eyebrows were thick and maybe untamed.

Thinking of her, trying to remember every curve of her features, made me compulsive again. I needed to see her.

Around noon, I got dressed and went back to the café.

Unfortunately, she wasn't there.

The day after, I did the same thing. But no luck.

On the third day, I was so desperate, I questioned the waitress I saw give the usual pastry. I referenced my person of interest as 'the girl with the really pretty eyes.'

"Oh. We call her the Bronze Barbie. She used to come here a lot but then moved away. I think she's an actress or model. I forget. She comes in randomly. Don't know her name, either. Sorry."

~*~

For the entire week, I skipped out on long hours at the office to work on the portrait. Any sane person would say I was obsessed with a stranger. Me, I'd say I was just curious...

When I was almost done on a Friday night, I stared at my art and searched for the feeling her beauty gave me on first sight. 

      But I didn't feel it. It wasn't the same.  I don't know if it was her.

"Who's that?"