and oriental poppy (Papaver orientale).
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~ in a small cafe, on the south side
"Piano girl. Come here."
I feel my face go red and I close my eyes, praying that he is not talking to me, boy do I pray. I decide to ignore him. I focus on my green tea.
A piece of paper lands on my table and I watch it, fighting with curiousity. Having stared at it long enough I decide that it would be even more stupid to just ignore it so I open it.
It's the opening bars to the piece of music I was playing yesterday. When I realise the song I turn to look at him in surprise. He smiles and pats the empty chair next to him, and I see that like me, he is alone. Mustering the strength I have in a completely random and spontaneous move I take it.
"I composed that song. I improvised it. How -?"
And just like that my words have gone.
"I think that's the most words you've ever spoken at once to me," he jokes, and I feel my cheeks glow. I shrug.
Then he hums. He hums the song I was playing, and that is when I feel something change, my vision suddenly clicks, something inside falls into place.
"I have to go," I say.
He sighs.
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