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There you are again. You’re the same girl who was walking out of the coffee cafe when I was waiting in line. It was just two days ago and I’d never forget that face, such a kind and sprightly face. But there’s a mystery novel written deep within the chasm of those eyes, a memoir held captive behind the artistry of mascara and dark shadowed eyelids, a chronicle known only to her. A biography doesn’t ride on the smooth olive skin of her face. She’s much too crafty, maybe too playful to divulge clues to the inner workings of her charity.
Is she alone? Maybe she’s shopping for herself, a little something to bring a smile, a bobble, a item of clothing or a favorite cologne. Maybe she’s just filling a little idle time with a diversion. Or maybe she’s waiting for someone.
Who is she? Where did she come from and why did she show up at this moment in time? In the café she was sitting alone, reading from a single page and her fingertips were toying with the long raven hair that fell across her shoulders in large ringlets. The words on the page owned her attention, she didn’t look up and she read the contents as she sipped her coffee in cadence with the soft jazz playing in the background. And then she folded the paper, put it in her purse and left.
I watched as she stood, her covert scrutiny quickly accounted for the room, all its occupants, the music and the fragrance of java and pastries. And then her eyes were cast down as she moved through the crowd. At just the last second she turned and our eyes engaged, and then danced for a brief second. It was a rapturous second and it occurred as though she knew my gaze would catch her as she acceded to my eyes. It was a dance filled with lust and wildness. In that instant she did an evaluation, an assessment of any potential that might be held in my glance, and then she turned and continued walking out the door.
But within a heartbeat there was hesitation, something changed, her mouth turned up at the corner and there was something in how she moved her body as she strode away. It was a subtle change, a different gait, a seductive adjustment in her movement. And then, the darkness of her eye shadow framed a narrow slit she peered through and her lips pinched together, accentuating a playful pout. Somehow, in that brief moment, her eyes sent a message that said ‘I’ll be back again’, and then she was lost in the sea of humanity as she turned down the sidewalk. Only a fool would never understand that she was in complete control, a master at each of her actions.
I remember my breathing stopped in that instant as our eyes rollicked in each other’s newness. My feet were too heavy to lift, I was frozen in mid-thought, mid-movement, and in that moment I was lost in the vacuous void of space and time she moved within.