I met him, last year, on a day such as this.
He was seated at the corner,his eyes met mine then went back to his phone. Samsung.
Blue jeans, green t-shirt, slender long fingers like Harith Salim’s. The NTV News presenter. The kind of guy I’d buy chapo beans and watch him tear it into pieces, dip it into the beans and lick his fingers after. I love slender fingers, philosophical fingers,the kind that I can watch in action. I am attracted to eyes, and I smiled at him.
I activated the WiFi on my phone and set it aside. I ordered house coffee,single,and a muffin. I looked at him. I’m a coffee kinda girl; black, with sugar. He oozed caramel. A combination of come have a look and how about a taste. He caught me staring and I smiled again. I waited for the third time, the charm, right?
My friend Eve,walked in, all smiles and we started talking about work. When the waiter approached our table, I managed to look towards the corner, there on the table was an empty glass. I turned to Eve, to normalcy, but there’s nothing like love at first sight in September.
It’s all about falling leaves and thirty days of yearning for sunsets. I’ll stay indoors this September, dream of the guy with slender fingers and honey brown eyes. I’ll dream enough to keep me awake for thirty days and then call him just to remind him, “Do you remember how we first met?” and,watch him squirm because he forgot our anniversary.