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attractive eyes.. Looked at her lovely lips and her charming way of holding the
glass of juice in front of her..
But she was tense and didn't stop looking at the door of the café, then to her
watch, then a look at the people around, her cell phone, then looked at the door
all over again.. Besides she looked like she was waiting for someone already,
which meant he would just get himself embarrassed if he tried to talk to her..
His eyes stopped at the blonde one sitting on the table between him and the
sexy brunette.. He felt the blonde overreacting with too much makeup.. Not his
favorite type at all.. But he just couldn't stop looking at her secretly, trying to
figure out where did he see her before, and when he didn't get much success in
that mission he looked at another table, located between his and the blonde's
table.. There was a woman with her little girl.. Didn't seem interesting enough,
so he went back to look at the blonde again, specially that she couldn't see that
he was watching her with that woman's table between them..
The waiter brought his order then so he forced his thoughts to stop, because he
felt his thoughts were loud enough for anyone close by to hear..
After the waiter walked away, he looked at her again thinking harder.. He took a
sip of his coffee, narrowing his eyes and setting his brain loose to think freely..
Just a few moments and the scene was - slowly - appearing in his mind..
The same face of the girl sitting in front of him now, but at that moment the
face was twisted in horror, because at that moment she was sitting behind the
wheel of the car that hit the young man crossing the street steeling his soul for
good..
He was sure it was her because she wore the same white dress with the red lines
on the sleeves she was wearing now, he could see the dress through the car
window clearly, although he was on the other side of the road.. He looked at her