Mr. 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 looking at the window like a depressed person. May be I am depressed. That's why I am here in the first place. Place that I also didn’t know. May be I should meet psychiatrist rather than going holiday. I sigh with nth time. 

It’s been two hours 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 pours down, 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! 

The café starting to fill with customers. Since it’s raining outside so there no doubt that all these peoples just want to find a shelter from the heavy rain. I look around, the table almost full. Thanks God that I sit on a table for two. To be honest, I don’t want any disturbance right now. Please. I hope no one comes 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 for that person; instead I look around the café. “There no other vacant for me”, he said again. I lift my head to see him. Beautiful. “It’s ok. I will find another seat”, he starts to shift his body. “Yes, you can”, I said. What's wrong with me? Just a minute ago you didn’t want any disturbance and now you say yes???

He looks at me with a 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. “You will not find any seat at this kind of situation”, I drink my coffee. Oh, I hate coffee. 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 friends 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 is 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 with my father. I smile a little remembering my memories.

He’s standing in front of me and takes off his almost drench gray cardigan and I can see a few of droplet water on our table. He takes something from his bag, a book. Pride and Prejudice. Aha.. Book worm. I look at his hand. He has such a beautiful hand, his hand looks delicate with his long finger and white milky tone. I wonder whether it's soft or not, whether it will give strong grip or not. I shook my head a little. What a creepy person I am. Well, I always have interest in people’s hand. I shifted my gaze to the book when he takes his seat. Pride and Prejudice, I know this book, but of course I never read it. I watched this movie. Well, for what reading something that already makes into a 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 her smile widely to my new companion which is a complete 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. His eye's really small, I wonder he can see or not with that eye. (I wonder a lot of things today). His nose perfectly nice on his face and his lips.. Hemm.. Naturally red plum.. I hope I have that kind of lips, no need to apply lip glosses anymore and it's also.. Really seductive. Oh my God! What I’m thinking right now? I can feel the blood rush in my face. It’s hot!

There no complexion of his skin, it’s just pale, but that pale skin perfectly fits to his red hairs. Beautiful. He sits in front of me taking his book and starts to read. I give a quick glance at 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’s smiling 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 time, ” 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 towards his face. “You dig a hole in my head”, he let out a small chuckle and of course without looking at my face. Since he’s not looking at me, I continue staring into his face. I never like red.  But I like that red hair on him, it’s pleasant to my eyes and perfect fit for him. “Just thinking when the rain is going to stop” I said with my gaze shifted to the window. “It will stop eventually. Even it not stop you can just go through it. What bad consequence you can get except a cold”. I can hear a small chuckle from him. I smile a bit.

We spend the rest of the evening talking about everything and nothing. From the book he is reading right now, music, foods, sports and even political view but not our name. He isn't telling his name and neither am I. We just talk without ‘calling’ our name. What more surprising is how comfortable our little talk can be? It’s just like we know each other for our whole life. It's really comfortable. Being around him make me relax. Even the bitterness of coffee make the taste sweets.

After almost three hours drowned in our comfortable chat, we make the decision to end it. “Hope I can see you around again, ” he said. I just give a small smile to him. I look he put the book in his bag and take his wet gray cardigan, stand up and give a bow before leaving me with his signature smiles. Since I don’t have anything to do, I sit there for a while. Look at him living the café from the large glass window.  Will he look at me? I smile again, wider this time. He looks at me. 

After ten minutes sitting alone, I take my phone and put in my handbag. I stand up and start living the café. Before leaving I managed to give sincere smiles to the waitress that serving us today. I walk to the hotel that I stay. All the way to my stay, everything looks calm. Is this because of him?

Will me be able to see you again Mr. Beautiful Stranger?