Walking behind him and a smile on her face
Anyone could tell he was the one for her
Sweating and scratching his forehead
He was faced with the same question as before
How this meeting would end?
Her smile was midway between laugh and cry
He coughed before, during, and after drinking water
She gave a detailed account of coffee she ordered
He ordered a brown cupcake and bit into it
She loved to do things that he was unsure could be loved
He thought to go out for a fake call and never to return
That would be too obvious, he realized
Golden rule: I had a meeting with a close friend around 7 pm
Otherwise I would love to have a dinner with you
She looked at him and smiled when her phone rang
Are you lying? She told someone over the phone
Next half an hour was the torture
Like forced meditation or yoga
And waiter, the God of unfortunate times,
Carried the key of our release
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