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As the sun peered through the curtains, I yawned and stretched as I dragged myself out of bed, exchanging my silky crimson pajamas for my comfortable white blouse and black pants, and pulled my long black hair into a high ponytail. Putting my coat on, I got my purse and locked my apartment up.
I started walking briskly down the sidewalk. As the corner walks met, there was a man with messy hair, wearing a coffee-stained apron under his coat, aiming to be a few steps in front of me. Our eyes met, and he smiled at me as recognition dawned, making his grey eyes sparkle. He waved and said, “Good morning.”
I waved back and replied, “Hello!” He rounded the corner and was now walking next to me. I felt a flutter in my stomach.
“Off to work, I assume?” he asked. I nodded. “Same here. Where do you work? Maybe sometime I could drop by with lunch.” He reddened at his words and tried to correct his statement. “Er, assuming you order lunch for delivery, I mean.”
I laughed at his feeble but charming attempt at conversation. “I work at JoAnn’s Textile just down the street. And I’m sure that I’ll order from Cafe Rose, it’s not too far, and it was delicious,” I said.
We were drawing near to the store where we’d have to part ways when William said, “I’m very fortunate to have gotten my job. And you are correct, the food is very good.” I focused on the way his low voice commanded the air. I wanted him to talk again. I could listen to the voice for hours.
A low rumble of thunder in the distance brought me back to my senses. I had almost walked right past JoAnn’s. “Excuse me, I think I need to go now. Work isn’t going to do itself.” I said, cringing at myself for that last bit.
William looked at me with his intense gaze.“I hope to see you at lunch today if you come in. If you wish to have some company during lunch, I’m free from one-thirty to two,” he said. I smiled and replied with, “I’ll try.” then went into the store.
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At a little past a quarter past one, I entered the busy cafe and luckily found an empty table. The waiter who immediately came over wasn’t William, but he was nice. He introduced himself as Thomas. A redhead with a neat short haircut and hazelnut eyes, he was so different from William.
His apron was spotlessly white, and he spoke softly as if he thought speaking too loudly might damage my hearing. I didn’t care for the way he looked at me either. It wasn’t creepy in any way, but I still didn’t like the way he held my gaze for too long.
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