The hand is raised and I go over to the customer who's raising the hand with a smile plastered on my face.
"How may I help you today sir?" I ask the man. He is sitting by the window, which has a view of the busy road. He was wearing scarf and a short trench coat with a black shirt. Along with black shoes and black pants.
He was probably in his 40's and was a nice looking man.
He puts his index finger on the Cafe Latte I don't understand why he wouldn't just say it
But I shrug it off and go to the next customer.
5 minutes later i'm handing the man his order.
He takes it and takes a long sip.
When he is done he looks so peaceful I can't help but be mesmerized.
Then I realize what i'm doing and hurry over to the next customer.
When I realize he left I also realize he left a 20$ tip.
YOU ARE READING
The man who sits by the window
Short StoryA simple short story. Might change the tittle. But I making this for a contest because why not? By the point of veiw of the waitress in the café.
