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  • I am sitting at a small table at corner of Starbucks in one of the many branches of the popular place in Hong Kong.I am absorbing the wonderful aroma of the different coffees but I am allergic to the coffee bean so I have to drink tea latte the closest thing to the original one.People come and go like a constant sea of men and women going to work or to start the day in different directions after the coffee has made them to be really awake. This place is a melting pot of different ages,races and shapes arriving so tired and leaving after a Cappuccino,Latte,Expresso etc so full of energy ready to face the day.
    I feel someone is looking at me and opposite my table is a man with beautiful green eyes with a deep stare. He has a newspaper on his table but he is not reading it.I look back searching for the person where the stare is going as I am not use to this myself. in Hong Kong is not time for flirting but just business and people are quite invisible unless is a deal or a new jo offer in between. I search and search but Is no one but me.I feel quite nervous and pretend ignore the look.I remember how adventurous I was in my twenties in South America but there people are different and to look and to take advances is as natural as to breath and here is no unnatural that takes you by surprise.
    He sems to be Italian and smiles to me and I smile back more out of politeness.The cigarette of the old movies is lacking to make the scene more glamorous but I do not smoke and smoking is not allowed here so I am not in one of those black and white movies where glamour was so important, where Humphrey Bogart spoke with his deep voice and everything was so perfect and romantic.Those movies were so beautiful and people seemed to really lived .I keep looking very busy with my eyes observing my paper cup that suddenly does not make the right sense because it is a tea and not a coffee but anyway none will know except me.Minutes walk very slow and they seem to be stuck in the eyelashes of that man that has captivated my attention.His eyes are frozen in his beautiful stare and I feel a little unconfortable.I start imagining what about if I was with him in a beautiful beach lost in Paradise,what about If I could be dancing in a romantic beach with the wind in my hair,what about if this is the love and the twin soul I have been waiting all my life and I am not able to recognise and the insane thoughts keep filling up my head.
    Finally the voice of reason came back and I decided to go.He stood up and tried to followed me but I panicked and I got into a little shop where he could not see me.I saw him walking by like a Greek God so beautiful and I was there so stupid like a five year old that mom has told not to talk to strangers.I spend the whole day wondering if I lost the most beautiful opportunity of my life or the greatest disappointment.I guess I will never will know it.
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