At the 16th Street and Bethany Starbucks. Waiting. Not tonight.
View of Piestewa Peak from lounge chairs here. Good place to talk.
Spoke to her last week. She's moved from one place across from me to another. Don't know whether I bugged her or not, mumbling something under my breath while scoping the websites. She got behind me and I just caught her profile. Slightly hooked nose, but looking Mediterranean for the most part. Thirtyish. Impossible. Got a better look. Interesting. I could surely hold my own. Given the chance and all.
As I collected myself to leave, I turned to her and said,
"You're the most beautiful woman I've seen today."
"You just made my day." she responded. But I vamoosed.
Not shyness... it's the futility. More likely her mother better met!
Returned yesterday. Again no further words and did not bother her.
But she was there and didn't approach me neither. Major hint.
Anyway, thinking to speak with her on those lounge chairs,
I'd merely ask: "Does anyone care about you?" Leading question.
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