C'est La Vie (II)

He saw.

Her eyes met his. She thanked him. His stomach ached with a flutter of excitement. She never spoke to him before. She was alone. Most of the time, she isn't. He thought this could be his chance. He wanted to be different. Not like the usual lot; rich and pompous. He was thinking of all the things he would say. Usually, it all ends for him when they leave with a generous tip. On two accounts, she even gave him a warm smile. Men usually held her by the waist. She oddly didn't seem to like it very often. He thought he must find another way to embrace her. God, he wanted to touch her. That's what he desired the most. Her in the lilac satin dress. That's what she wore when he first saw her.

So it happened.



He went with the cheque. 'Say nothing to offend her, otherwise she may never come back' he cautioned his mind. A gentleman sat in front of her. She flushed while the gentleman spoke.
'Not again' he sighed. Six months went by, she returned with the same gentleman each time. On her birthday, they came again. The gentleman asked her hand for marriage. She glowed with happiness like never before. He saw but nothing more. 

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