I saw her elegance as I sat in the back corner with a black coffee. The way she moved her had me in a trance. Her hands moved so swiftly with each order as if she would disappoint someone if it were not done before the line moved.
Perhaps it was her anxiety. Those beautiful hands of hers always worked so fast to cover up the fact they were shaking. Shaking so terribly she nearly spilled her own coffee down her bland uniform clad front during her small break.
It was rather disheartening to see. All her day was spent doing chores around a busy home with strangers walking in as each second ticked by.
Why choose a job she feared?
That was just how my little baby worked. Fearless, in the sense she would never let herself be the barrier between ends meet and a decent living. I commend her on that.
My paranoia prevented me from doing everything, even the simple task of ordering a coffee made by the woman I love. Instead, I wait until she disappears into the back to order.
If I were to come face to face with her, my vocabulary would slip out the door, my hands would begin to shake worse than Sara's, and least impressively of all, I would have made a fool of myself in front of my princess for a failed attempt to order a coffee.
So, the back is where I sit and observe. Each time I come in this horrid shop I choose the same seat: two booths left from the last window, right side.
It was from this spot I could see everything so flawlessly, especially my Sara.
Her skin glowed under the lights. God, she was so breathtaking. The way the light held onto the high points of her face gave her the false aura of a goddess.
I was so memorized by her beauty that I had failed to notice her change in position at the shop. She was now bussing tables and heading straight for mine.
"Would you like anything more, sir?"
Her words fell from her lips in a cascade of life and I was the stream it was dumping into.
Chills ran through my body as I came into the realization I was staring into her deep, dark eyes with an expressionless face.
Yes, your love, was all I could think of saying.
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Band Imagines
Fiksi Penggemar• Cover photo: @riyuskki • I write long imagines for bands I like. Requests are open. I can get them done much faster if you require a song to go alone with it.
