Journal

Entering a café near my house, I found a seat in front of the counter, which could make me observe people, including clerks and the customers. I ordered a cup of Tazo, spending my whole afternoon on completing the people watching assignment.
There were 5 customers when I came here. Two of them seemed a couple, sitting in an interior recess of this café, under the romantic light, holding each other’s hands beneath the coffee table. The young guy kept talking to his girl, and the girl listened, nodding with an attractive smile.
Beside my right hand, there was a very charming female talking to her fancy red cell phone; however, she didn’t look delighted. She seemed to be complaining something, rolling her straight long hair with her fingers. One minute she shrugged her shoulders; the next minute she shook the head to emphasize her disagreement and anger.
Before this fancy lady, a young and handsome foreigner typed his laptop, drinking a glass of Frappuccino coffee. His brown hair under the soft light turned blond, and the rows of eyelashes were dense and long like a pretty doll’s, and they almost covered his blue eyeballs when he looked down on the screen. His tall and straight nose made a triangular shadow by the low-key light on his left cheek. The two fleshy lips pat lightly with each other when he murmuring the contents on the screen. He looked afar, thinking about something, and then he kept typing again. Suddenly, he raised the head, glaring at the fancy lady, who was talking loudly to her cell phone in front of him. The lady’s behavior obviously interrupted this young foreigner’s train of thought; then he stood up, walking toward her table and bent the body to express himself. The young foreigner put his right forefinger on lips gently and made his left palm downward to gesture the meaning of low voice. The lady immediately shrank her shoulders and bowed the head down, feeling embarrassed. She waved her palm lightly to show the motion that she apologized. Then, the foreigner went back to his table, drawing Frappuccino a little bit, sitting down and continued his work; unforeseeably, he stared here. I was stunned so that I diverted my attention, pretending I was focusing on the outside behind him; he, however, was still staring. I stole a glance and found that he was smiling at me. I felt awkward, giving him an ambiguous smile as a feedback, and then we both scratched our head at the same time, smiling again.
The wind bells hung on the glass door ringing, an old man wearing a dirty yellow shirt and a sordid pair of slippers entered, carrying a huge backpack and taking amount of plastic sacks in hands. He seemed like a homeless man. He hobbled toward a counterman and saying something I couldn’t hear. The counterman politely pointed his finger at me. After that, the old man walked haltingly. I astounded the destination he tempted to go to, because he was on the way to me. The young foreigner saw my odd countenance so that he turned his head to find out what was going on. He at once stood up a little, starring at the old man with wide eyes. Wondering what if this old man would say something to me, I took off my headphone, standing up as well with panic, and I holding my breath in order to his stink. In a moment, he passed by my right side and went into the bathroom behind me. I felt uncomfortable so that I got out of the café right away.