Today I went there around 10.00 in the morning. I got the urge to see that barista once again since that first time I saw him.
It was like my mind was only wrapped around him. His cheeky smile and the way his eyes sparkled seemed to be chasing my thoughts every now and then. I had to relieve my thoughts somehow.
Clutching, I slowly went up to the bench to find it empty. It was a pity why others didn't like to feel the nature as I did. They might not know the feeling of floating when the chill wind gulps you in, or the heavenly calmness when you hear the sound of dry leaves clapping each other or the chirpings of unnamed birds in your ears. What a waste !
I sat, my eyes wondering around the ice cream van once again. But there was some other guy, not him. That barista had black hair- who looked younger than the blonde, a few strands of hair were fallen across his face, covering his eyes.
Maybe the blonde and that brunette has different shifts.
I let out a sigh, that place already felt empty without him. And so did my heart.
Maybe I should come around evening to see him.