A simple cafe that was open for 12 hours a day. It wasn't his first time here in fact this was the only cafe that had good coffee along with freshly baked muffins.
He took a seat at the counter with no mind to have any kind of conversation of the company with anyone.
"Hi," he looked up, "What can I get ya?" She placed the menu in front of him but Salvatore kept on looking at her.
"Sir?" She snapped his fingers in front of his face and he flinched back into reality.
"Uh . . Just an expresso." He said with glancing at her once more. She nodded and left.
Salvatore's eyes followed her to the kitchen door and he blinked moving his gaze to the window where his car was parked.
She had blonde hair, mesmerising blue eyes that he would love to gaze into and plump lips.
She was someone he wanted his wife to look like. But he had to test her intel—
He shook his head. What was he thinking that was the same his father had done to his mother.
So he just . . . stared at the woman.
The way she dances about the place with a little sway in her left she went to the tables and their orders with a smile on his face. She seemed happy with her life and someone like her would make him happy too.
She always had a smile on her face and Salvatore wondered what it takes for someone to smile so happily.
He wanted to shield her from everything that could threaten to take that smile away. That gorgeous beautiful smile.
She once more came out of the kitchen and walk towards him with a smile. Salvatores's heart thumped loudly she was coming to hi—
"Here you go, sir." She placed down a tray, "Your expresso." She smiled and walked away from all this while he kept staring at her.
He looked at the coffee and blinked, looking back up. He thought . . .
Nevermind.
He leisurely drank his coffee for the first time after taking the position as the head. His eyes in level as the woman who was never aware of it as he was trained to do it.
She was all smiley and bouncy. It made something inside him warm.
Like thump, thump. Boom.
He sipped it again and tilted the cup for more but frowned. Nothing Came. He looked at it pulling the cup back and realised by watching her he had already finished the expresso.
"Refill?" She came around and asked with the same smile on her face.
"Uh . . ."
"Probably not right after all it's the night and you must sleep." She winked, "Should I get the bill?"
Unable to trust his voice, he just nodded.
He watched her go back and his eyes waited for her to come back as she with the bill in her hand.
He paid but didn't get up immediately. She smiled and took the utensils from his table and he watched tells you once again disappeared behind the closed doors of the kitchen.
How much he wanted to knock those two doors down.
He stood but before she returned and left with a heavy heart. Acetone ground once more and she was their Salvatore was sure that his eyes were not going to leave her.
Driving home her blue eyes kept on flashing in his head. The hair she had in a ponytail, he wanted to play with them.
The gorgeous smile and the beautiful Voice.
This time unlike many others when Salvatore laid down on the bed his eyes closed and he fell asleep immediately.
Dreaming of the beauty he might never have.