pariisi: One of many Parisian cafes by ivette alvarado
I could still see her. I'd been watching her all morning. My office faced the coffee shop and hers was the only face that stuck out to me. She sat and read never once knowing how cute she was when she smiled at the book or how her beauty shown through when she wiped away a tear and flipped the page. She never once looked up and I never once looked away.