So many questions to ask, Yet have to interest in hearing answers.
So many sweets to smell, Yet her fragrance blend in the most.
So many seats are empty, Yet it feels like I am the center of the hall.
So many windows are open for the light, Yet There is only one out of all, that shines in the most.
The one where her eyes meets the sun but her gaze does not flinch.
Where her face glows out the most but her eyes stay dull as in sleep.
Where we sit together in an awkward silence and only the clock talk and ticks.
Its hard to believe that the person who just gave me an earful suddenly invites me for a coffee. More awkward situation is she served me a lot kind of sweets and snacks on her own but didn't even have a single glass of water on her side of table.
The most Important thing out of all is, This supposed to be my first day of work in this cafe. Why am I getting customer treatment. The uniform she wearing is of a waitress. I don't think she owns the cafe nor I have enough money to cover the bill of the food in my table.
I must start a conversation but my heart is on the race, And she is the finish line I can't seem to reach.
Honestly the way we are sitting together and the lovely place we are in, I can't help but just wish th-
"How was your morning Mr. ?"
Huh... she just speak. Its so sudden, I miss the question.
"Are you again lost in thoughts or you are thinking about me again"
"Cough... Miss, I told you there was a misunderstanding in our first encounter."
"If you say so, I was asking about how was your morning today Mr. ?"
"Luca, you can call me Luca." Man why she want to know about my morning routine. Is it a way of her to start a conversation. How do I answer her. My morning?
My morning was grey.
I was laying in my bed like a dead with open eyes looking at my gloomy ridden ceiling. As the colorless cracked up walls got close to me, My breath escaped my throat. After that I drowned.
Drowned in the darkness where silence screams at my face forcing only me to speak about 'something'. Something I don't know about or I don't wa-
"You lost in thoughts again Mr. Luca or maybe you should confess, you like me"
"Cough... Cough.. Cough... You are misunderstanding my Intentions Miss." What's with her sudden flirting attitude, That forced personality doesn't even suit her. Another thing is she looks like someone suffering from her own issues,
Will it be okay to share my problematic situation to her.