Distractions

She walked down the street at a pace that suggested she had somewhere to go, but it was not at a pace that suggested being in a hurry. The green light of the Lebanese restaurant behind her gave her an air of grace. Her long, blonde hair was getting thrown all over the place by the cold, Dutch winds. I did not know where she was headed or who she was but, by god, I knew she was beautiful.

  “Alex, are you alright?”, the sudden voice pulls me out of my state of wonder and drops me back into my bleak reality almost as if I was just awoken from a lifetime of sleeping

  “I asked you something and you’re just staring out of the window!”

  “Yes. I’m fine, Lauren” I lied.

   I quickly looked back towards the window but the angelic figure that had charmed me so was no longer there. So I sat still in the armchair of the Coffee Company to which Lauren, my girlfriend at the time, had invited me.

  “I’m sorry, what was your question?”

  “Oh nothing, it wasn’t important”.

  Barely anything we talked about ever was important. She was sat in the armchair in front of the one I occupied. She drank a coffee, the name of which I will never be able to pronounce. One of those special coffees with twenty different words in it, like latte, grande and macchiato. I had a coffee, black.

  I had always thought Lauren was beautiful and I never grew tired of looking at her. The way her deep, blue eyes looked into mine always stopped me dead in my tracks. She was in fact very beautiful.

  Now, however, her eyes were looking at the mug holding her elaborate coffee as she slowly brought it towards herself to take a sip.