A plate of baked bread.
A cup of capuccino.
Perfect breakfast.
Cool sunday.
Waiting and waiting and waiting.
For her to walk through that door.
Pull the glass door diligently.
Step into the cafe wisely.
Blowy skirt with heels.
Windy blue shawl.
Sweet smile.
Shiny eyes.
"Am I late?"
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