I was cleaning the bar of the Café. It was a Monday at 19:30 in the afternoon. Usually at this time no one came, and for this reason I was alone. To kill time, I turned on the radio and tune in one of my favorite stations. I took notes for the University, and began to look for an upcoming exam. Outside, the day was cold and overcast. Nobody walked on the streets. It seemed it was going to rain at any moment. A woman about just 30 years, with honey-colored hair, sat at a table near the heating. She asked for a coffee. And then she extracted a big book, with lid brown color and began her reading.
I prepared the coffee, and as a gift, for being the only client, I served her a portion of Lemon Pie that I prepared. The woman, seeing the gift, smiled me grateful and plunged back into the world of books.
I went to the bar again, and continued with my reading. After 15 minutes, in which nobody I enter to the Café, a young man of about 25 years, tall, a little gawky, with dark brown hair entered. He wore a black coat color, some jeans and a scarf board. He brings a green bag with him. He sat at a table near the window. The young man opened his bag, and extracted a book also. I could not see what was the title of the book, but was well advanced in reading. I took my passbook and approach the young man.

- Excuse me, Are you going to ask for something? - I asked him gently, so as not to shock. My voice seemed to have ruined the image of that perfect man reading.

The young man lifted his gaze, and I could see some amazing green eyes that I watched with curiosity. They were very deep and expresive. I always think that when you look other's eyes, you can see their soul. It's just a little imagination that I always had.
I think at that time I should've been speechless, and was him that caught my attention.

- Are you okay? - Hearing this, I blush furiously. What had happened to me? There was something in his eyes that he had made to forget everything, just for a moment. He was very gorgeous. He had, this strange dawn. I think the colour of his dawn was blue.

- Sorry - I answered quickly. By the way their lips were bent, it seemed that he had found the situation funny. - Were you saying to me?

- I will take a Coffee - He replied with a smile. His voice was absolutely smooth. He had a manly voice, but not to snore. He had a beautiful lips, too. The only thing I could think about in that moment was feel his lips on mine.

- OK - I said and I quickly ran to the kitchen. What bad luck that my best friend Christine were not with me today as it was his day off. Similarly, on the one hand it is also better, because if not, she would start to chatter about what this young man was handsome, and who had beautiful eyes, and: Have you seen how he smiled at you?

How embarrassing! I mean, she always had boyfriends, and I just had one in my whole life. I don't dream anymore with the charming prince, but this guy seems to be a very handsome prince.

I prepared the coffee and also served a piece of Lemon pie. I hoped that he did not believe that for any other reason than to be courteous.

I served in the tray, and I approached the young man, who was reading. I moved my head a little, to see what the title of the book was. Sense and sensibility. Something strange in a man. Such books, and many other of Jane Austen, used to read women. I mean, Jane Austen is great, she's a genious, but, she wrote about romantic novells, and the men don't read this things. They read about, I don't know... Sports magazines? Some psychoanalysis book? History book? But not romantic. I mean, I'm a romantic person! I always admired Jane Austen, and this guy is reading a book about romantic era?

- Sense and Sensibility - I commented out loud, while I placed the coffee and the piece of cake on the table. The guy shifted the light of what he was reading. Realizing that said nothing, I hasten to answer something, so he do not believe I was mocking him.

- It is a beautiful book - I Add.

- I'm reading it for the university -  He said - Is a very interesting book. I like how Austen describes the romanticism of that era. And as reported.

Oh my! He had just said that? Oh my! Oh my! He had just read my mind!

- I think the same. I like how she wrote the romanticism of this era.
He smiled at me. He had the most beautiful smile I had never seen in my whole life.

- Oh - He said when he saw the porcion of Cake - You don't have to give me that.
I quickly interrumped.
- Oh, it's nothing. I mean, you and this woman are the only clientes in the Café. It's just courtesy.

- Okay, so, thank you very much - He said, and then he proved the cake. His eyes were closed when he proved it, and I think that he liked the cake that I prepared.

- This is delicius - He commented - It's the best Lemon Pie is I have tried in my life.
I I blush furiously.

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