Today again those same people that and were in the very first day. They even sit in the same places. Some kind of déjà vu feeling. But if I hadn’t been determined to go inside today, this day would have been the same. I want to hear your voice, I want it, not through the glass and at a distance closer to see your face and smile that will be meant for me.After half an hour and people in the cafe do not remain. You wipe the last table and almost fall into a chair. You rub your neck wearily and sigh. I can’t hear you sigh, but I can feel your tired even at this distance. But what happens next surprises me. You’re smiling. Rubbing your neck and looking ahead like there’s nothing there, you smile. A satisfied smile shows me that you may be worked to such fatigue, but I’m glad you did. It’s beautiful. You’re good!It’s an hour before closing, but there’s not a single visitor in the cafe for ten minutes. And you’re still at that table. Some girl, apparently a co-worker, she showed on time and had something to ask you. You only nodded with a smile, she ran.Here she is! The very moment!