The Beauty in the cafe

The cool autumn breezed kissed her flushed cheeks, the scents of herbs and spices lingered in the air and tickled her nose. She was a sight to behold.

A beauty whose solitude seemed like a sin as she sat alone in a crowded local café, her long booted legs crossed as her eyes shimmered as if made of precious stones.

A shadow fell on the book she held open in front of her making her look up to meet with deep chocolate brown eyes.


The stranger smiled; his long black hair was swept back against his tanned forehead and strong cheekbones.

His eyes fell on the plate on the table she was occupying. “just a plain croissant?” He asked “out of all the exotic selections, why chose that?”

She smiled knowingly and spoke “the best things in life the simplest ones”

-Fatma

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