June

   I enter a large café and settle down in a booth next to the window.

   “Sir. May I take your order?”

   I took my gaze to the waitress and show a smile to her.

   She gave out a laugh. “The usual?”

   “Yes, please.”

   “I'll be back in a few.”

   I open my journal and withdrew the pencil from the spiral. I jotted down a few words, but stop within a few minutes. I could hear the drops of rain coming down from the sky; starting soft then coming hard.

   “Here you go, sir.”

   “Thank you.”

   I look below at my journal at the words I had written while sipping my cup :

   The wavy long hair that is gracefully flowing on her back.

   The way she walks is swift.

   Her smile is honest.

   Her eyes are strongly spoken.

   She is one of

   I stop reading my j