Title: My Beautiful Stranger

Here I am at the same place and the same spot like two days ago. Why I am here again? I do ask myself the same question.  I suppose to enjoy my holiday, not just sitting in here in the cozy coffee shop looking outside through the glass window like a depressed person. May be I am depressed. That why I am here at the first place. Place that I also didn’t know. May be I should meet psychiatrist instead of going holiday. I sigh with nth time. 

It’s been one hour I’m sitting here, just looking at the window. Looking peoples passed by. What the hell I’m doing right now? I frown a bit. Suddenly the rain pour down without any sign, and everyone outside the window running to find shelter. I’m just smiling. Now I’m glad that I’m in the café. To think that I’m outside without an umbrella in this kind situation will make me more depressed! I smile again.

The café starting to filled with peoples. Since it’s raining outside so there no doubt that most of these peoples just want to find a shelter from the rain. I look around, the table almost full. Thanks God that I sit on table for two. To be honest I don’t want any disturbance right now. Please. I hope no one come to my table. I’m not in the mood to make a friend right now. I look outside again. 

“May I sit here?”. Oh God. Why You not fulfill my wish right now? I’m not looking to that person; instead I look around the café. “There no other vacant seat for me”, he said again. I lift my head to see him. Beautiful. That the first thing I think when I see his face. Beautiful instead of handsome? hemm..I am weird. “It’s ok. I will find another seat”, he starts to shift his body. “yes u can”, I said. What wrong with me? Just a minute ago you didn't want any disturbance and now u says yes???

He looks at me with confused look of course. “Sit”, I said without looking at him anymore. “Can I?” he asks. Is he dumb? Or deaf? This starts to annoy me. Calm down, I tell myself. “You will not find any vacant seat at this kind of situation”, I drink my coffee. Oh, I hate coffee. I frown a bit. Then why I’m drinking it? I sigh again not even consider my new companion right now.

“Thank you”, he put down his bag on the side of the window. I can see his red hair under his wet hoodie. Red hair? I never have friends that have red hair. What kind of person you being friend with? I can imagine my father’s complain right now, even he definitely never complains in front of me. I still remember when my friends come to visit my house, one of them wearing a short not very short actually, the short that under your knee. Beside it ‘he’ not ‘she’, so I think it’s not a problem but it was a problem to my father. I smile a little. 

He’s standing in front of me and takes off his almost drench grey cardigan and I can see a few of droplet water on our table. He take something from his beg, a book. Pride and Prejudice. Aha.. book worm. I look at his hand. He has such a beautiful hand, his hand look delicate with his long finger and white milky tone. I wonder whether it soft or not, whether it will give strong grip or not. I shook my head a little. What a creepy person am I.

I shifted my gaze to his book when he takes his sit. Pride and Prejudice, I know this book but of course I never read it. I watched the movie that adaptation from the book. Well, for what reading something that already make into screenplay. It’s easier to watch than to read, of course this opinion come from someone that hate reading like me.  

“Can I take your order sir?”, the waitress asked my new companion. I can see she smile widely to my new companion which is completely stranger to me. “Espresso, please”, I look at him. He smiles to the waitress. Not just his lips form a smile but also his eyes. I always wonder what kind of “eye smile” that people talking about, but now, I can say I understand it. Because I just saw it. He definitely has beautiful eye smiles. His ayes really small, I wonder he can see or not with that eyes. (I wonder a lot of things today). His nose perfectly nice on his face and his lips..hemm...plump and naturally pink.. I hope I have that kind of lips, no need to apply lip gloss anymore and its also.. Really seductive. Oh my God! What I’m thinking right now? I can feel the blood rush in my face. It’s hot. His skin..No complexion on his skin, it’s just kinda pale but that pale skin perfectly fit to his red hairs. Beautiful. 

He sits in front of me taking his book and starts to read. I give a quick glance towards his hand again, no ring. I smile a little. “You should smile more, you know”, he speaks without looking at me. I look at him, his hands on the table holding the book and his eyes still on the book. I raise my eyebrow a little. What’s wrong with this weird guy? “Here your drink, sir”. Both of us look at the waitress, she smile widely to him and of course he gives his signature smiles to her. I look to the window, it still raining and don’t have any sign to stop. I sigh for nth times for today.

“This is the second times” he said and sip his drink. I look at him. “You sighed two times since I got here”. I raise my eyebrow again. He gives small smiles without looking at me. I keep looking to his face. Staring intensely for more accurate. “You digging a hole on my head”, he let out small chuckle and of course without looking at my face. Since he’s not looking at me, I continue staring to his face. I never like red.  But I like that red hair on him, it’s pleasant to my eyes and perfectly fit on him. “Just thinking when the rain gonna stop” I said with my gaze shifts to the window. “It will stop eventually. Even it not stop you can just go through it. What bad consequences you can get except a cold”. I can hear a small chuckle from him. I smile a bit. 

We spend the rest of evening talking about everything and nothing. From the book he read right now, music, foods, sports and even political view but not our name. He's not telling his name and neither me. We just talk without ‘calling’ our name. What more surprisingly is how comfortable our little talk can be. It’s just like we know each other for our whole life. Its really comfortable. Being around him make me relax. Even the bitter of coffee turn to sweets taste. After almost three hours our comfortable chat, we make decision to end it, since the rain already stop one hour ago. “Hope I can see you around again” he said. I just give small smile to him. I look he put the book inside his bag and take his wet grey cardigan, stand up and give a little bow before living me with his signature smiles. Since I don’t have anything to do, I sit there for a while, looking at him living the café behind the glass window in the cafe. 

Will he look at me? I ask myself then shook my head and smiles a little. Less than 30 seconds I smile again, wider this time. He looks at me. After ten minutes sitting alone, I take my hp and put in my handbag. I stand up and start living the café. Before living I manage to gives smiles to the waitress that served us today. 

I walk to the hotel that I stay for almost three days. I think..Will I be able to see u again Mr. Beautiful Stranger?