A Glance from Across The Room

November 12, 2007

When he glanced to his right, he was struck by her charming beauty. He led his eyes to her lovely long flowing golden brown hair. Her eyes were enchanting and sparkling. Her nose was small yet long and pretty. Her lips were lush and beautifully drawn. She was wearing a brown and black dress, elegant and very appealing. She sensed him looking at her but did nothing, she kept listening to her friends chat as they sat together at the table drinking their mochas.

He was the type who enjoyed admiring everything beautiful. He could stare at a beautiful scene, painting, or a building for a long time detailing every curve or surface with his eyes. When it came to women, he could not stare for so long, his modesty would never take him that far. At that moment, he felt the need to look at her. She had captivated him, not only by her looks, but she had this bewitching aura and he could not help but steal peeks at her, wanting to spend a few minutes exploring the experience of speaking with this beautiful woman.

He pictured himself getting out of his seat, walking swiftly over to her table standing by her side and saying — nothing. He would freeze in place, enchanted by her yet again. Noticing, that half the people in the Cafe would be looking at him, he would shake the feeling from his head and say, “Hi there, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are and I had to come over and ask if you have a few minutes to talk? I’m ________ by the way.” She would faintly smile back and say, “I’m ________ nice to meet you, ________. Give me a minute please.” He would walk back, turn and throw her a smile, and continue back to his seat to wait for her.

The sounds got louder, and he slowly started to notice the people around him, the smell of his warm latte between his hands. The beautiful woman who was sitting to his right was fidgeting in her purse, probably looking for her wallet. It seemed they were getting ready to leave. This was his chance, it was either now or never. “Too bad,” he thought, “This isn’t a fantasy world we live in. This is Kuwait and things like this don’t work this way.”

“Oh well.” He signaled to the waiter, “Check please!”

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