A Moment at the Diner
She bestowed a belgard from across the diner.
It was rich and warm, like the bowl of buttery grits that steamed the hairs in my nostrils.
Then suddenly an invisible magnet slowly pulled my hungry eyes from my breakfast toward her pretty brown eyes, which gently spoke to me.
Albeit short, the moment was sweet and endearing.
For maybe 5 seconds, our eyes met, and then they embraced for a symphonic dance.
It was such a sweet suite that felt like heaven.
Then the cashier handed her her receipt and change.
And suddenly, I was no longer in a catatonic state.
My attention returned to the breakfast that awaited me as she gracefully exited the diner.
In passing, she smiled and coyly waved as she vanished into the cold January day.
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