Tuesday 18 December 2012

Love fantasy

 

 

 

While her busy work didn’t leave place for much dream, when she was at home, especially when she was on her own, she mentally recalled Ian s pretty face.

    On her lost hours, she began fantasizing about dating her mystery guest. She could have asked him at least about his name, but Dolores was reserved and of shy temper. She thought that multiple occasions would show up later.

     However, life experience shows us that you have to seize the opportunity when it presents to you, otherwise you might never see it again.

     “Tomorrow, I will speak to him”, Dolores said to herself on this late November evening. Ian seemed to be in a hurry on this afternoon, he left the deli very fast, running to the other side of the road. She just saw him vanishing away.

    She then went to clean his table. Just under his chair, she noticed some beautiful drawing. She kneeled down and had a short look at it. She couldn’t believe what she just saw: the drawing reflected her face in rich details.

“That’s me!”, she said.

Under the picture, it was written:

“I’m coming from afar, I found my home

Oh beautiful Muse, lets blend our destinies:”

 

  

   “He loves me”, she gasped, totally in awe. High emotions began to invade her, but she tried to contain them. The boss was getting impatient and was asking her to serve two new clients that had just popped in.

“Hey, girl, hurry up, customers are waiting!”

She folded the paper and put it discretely in her jeans pocket.

    In her head, all darkness had gone. She was hearing sweet angel melodies. She couldn’t get that “He loves me, he loves me!” out of her head.

     She took a few commands, made some mistakes, and dropped some coffee on an angry customer. Aaron, Dolores boss was getting angry and told her to leave for today. She’d work more hours tomorrow, but for now, she was inefficient, so her boss called another waitress, Angela, to replace Dolores.

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