I was 29 brunette, petite and had large murky eyes, and my favourite activity was to people watch.
I had a rather boring life with a routine. I didn't like routine. I liked adventure, change , and experiences. None of this I really had.
This is why I enjoyed people watching everyone seemed to have so much more going on in there lives, they were intriguing, secretive and interesting and then there was me. I cruised my way through work everyday not really paying attention to what I was doing. I found myself fantasising over a more eventful life where I would have my dream job as a fashion designer rather than a waitress in an Italian cafe called Madensky's.
You may already find me queer but I was single too. I often found myself wondering would I find the one or would I be constantly searching. I didn't feel the need to be married in the future unless I found the right guy, I was 29 for goodness sake all my friends were married and Hope was expecting. Was there really something called love? In my experience boys thought girls were like books if the cover didn't catch their eye they wouldn't bother to read what was inside.
That's when I found myself gazing at a boy in the cafe he walked in with a bounce in his step and sat at one of the booths. I rushed over to take his order. He was angelic with a clean shaven, chiseled face, dirty blond hair and large deep hazel eyes. Again I found myself staring, there was something about him but I couldn't just put my finger on it. I cleared my throat, "what can I get you?" I said. He had been reading intently at a newspaper. When he abruptly looked up. His eyes pierced right through me. " two lattes please" he said with a glint in his eye
I scribbled these down and without another word left the order down and tried to fix my hair it was never perfect and he was. I made the lattes at once giving him slightly larger mugs than usual. I then went over to give him his order. I was about to set it down. When a very tall blond tall woman in a tarty blouse and mini skirt waltzed over and sat down infront of him. I dropped the mugs in utter shock. I hadn't even thought for one minute that he had been taken. One thing was for sure I had huge competition this woman was supermodel quality. I stuttered out apologies " I'm so soorr-yy I didn't mean to I'll go get something to clean it up "
" don't worry , no harm done " he said with a tinge of laughter. Had he been flirting with me in front of his girl... I skirted of to get some tea-towels and two new lattes. While I was cleaning up the floor I felt his eyes on me a couple of times and suddenly felt extremely self conscious. I couldn't help but here his name it was Edward. After that terrible experience you would have thought he would never have come back but he did , he became a regular.