Here’s the night of the next day. Somehow I broke down and came today. I didn’t think I’d want to visit this place so much today, but I couldn’t not come because you’re here. In the morning, just opened my eyes, immediately thought about this place and about this variety of your smile. I don’t know which one I liked better. They’re all beautiful!Today you look even more dazzling, though your appearance is not much different from yesterday.You’re wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with a black apron over it. But, that’s not your color, you need bright, the same as your smile, clothes. I wish I could see you in it. But it’s probably your café uniform, so you follow the dress code. But I am sure that in your wardrobe there are things that will only emphasize your shining eyes.Your hair is gathered in a neat high bun. I’m interested to see their true length as they fall to their fragile shoulders, resting casually on them. I would like to see them fluttering in the headwind, for example, when you ride a bike enjoying a Sunny day . But even more I would like to touch them, to feel all the tenderness of those curls, which are so beautiful .Why am I thinking about all this?The following night, and again I’m here but, I stand for about an hour, but I still can’t find you

. You’re okay, right? I guess today is not your shift and the solar ray, sent to us on Earth personally by the Ecumenical body, too, must be the weekend. Another girl instead. But I’m not interested. Yes, she also politely treats customers, smiles and does her job. But she’s not you, so I’m going home early today.