THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

His eyes seek her's.

Pray her's seek his. 

Stretches his neck.

Balances on toes. 

Makes himself visible

Over the competitive crowd. 

A glimpse will make 

Her fall for him

But fails as far

As his believes go. 

Clapping of hands.
Raising of voice. 

Blue denim jacket. 

The pursuits on. 

Determined, a chance

He has to take. 

Walks out through,

Halts before his prey.
She turns around,

Her eyes meet his. 

"One black coffee, sugarless

please", she says. 

"...er...yes, ma'am sure",

He blurts and turns.

Disappears, never to 

Ever return again.