milk pralines
5:52 a.m.

i have this vivid image of yours.

it was the winter when we first started dating, probably around march, you worked at the chocolate store on weekends.

our date on thursday night after class ended on a bad note and even though i didn't feel it was my fault, i decided it was a good excuse to do something unusal.

saturday arond noon i called you and it was a brief conversation with no getogether plans being made but i wasn't too bothered because the main purpose of that call was served: i needed to know if you were working.

i packed my bag with books and notes so i could pretend that my plan was to drop by at the store then go study in indigo and in case you weren't up for a date after work, i could actually do some school work at the bookstore to keep my mind occupied.

there i was, making a slow entrance into the store and there you were, standing behind the counter, head down and hands-on working.

you sensed my presence and you looked up and eyes met and almost immediately but not too hurriedly you looked back down and continued your work...

... i made the effort to keep the smile on my face...

... because even with your head down, you were smiling.

i knew the reason why your head was lowered. why i saw only your side profile instead of your entire face. why you turned back to work then said hi to me 30 seconds later instead of right at the moment when i made myself seen.

you wished you could hide the inevitable surprise and delight, didn't you?

we didn't spend that night together and worst of all you said some hurtful things during the coffee break but that's not important now - it's been discussed and resolved.

i still have this vivid image of yours.

slightly lowered head
side of your face
paroxysal smile

::: fond memory leaked from the brain of secretus :::
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