It had been quite sometime since him and I had got together.
Hadn't talked to him since that dinner night.
I've seen him around but all that was shared was a small admiring wave through the window as he passes the small cafe on the corner of 45th avenue where I happen to work half time.
The cafe was nice,
it had a great view of the beautiful river.
It was quite cozy if I do say so myself.
The costumers come and go quietly. Not too much action but it's not dead.
Working day shifts got long and tiring.
But,
going along through my life I found myself thinking about him.
A lot.
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It was of course just another day at work. It was quiet. Well, it was Sunday. Everyone was probably sleeping in and not having a very eventful day. Polishing glass wear was difficult at times because of the boredom of it. As I was slowly cleaning a table trying to pass time I heard the door open. Without looking too see who it was I walked back over behind the counter.
Then I looked towards the door.
It was a man. Tall, lanky, dark brown hair swooped out to the sides, with deep soft hazel like eyes.
He walked up to the counter slowly, smiling.
Ryan?
