You were sitting in the corner window seat that looks out over the small pond behind the museum of art. I was in line to order my food with another girl that I had been leading on.
You were on your computer doing homework or who knows what and I was mad at myself for looking away when you glanced up.
You looked at your phone to check the time. I looked at the workers making sandwiches and hoped that they would hurry up.
You started packing your cute Fjall Raven backpack and looked around like you weren’t sure whether you should return your dishes or if the workers would come pick them up. I stood in line.
You stood up and walked out. I walked to the edge of the balcony and saw you walk down the last few stairs and halfway across the courtyard.
You stopped and looked up. I waved and smiled. You blushed, waved, and smiled back.
Then I walked back to the line and you walked back to your life.
I sat across from your seat, and put your tray on another table. You had folded your napkin into a small triangle and put it in your cup. I wonder what you were thinking about when you did that. Your plate looked so intentional. Like you had thought about the way you had eaten, like you had thought about what you left behind.
And I guess I thought about what you left behind too. So I ate slowly, enjoying the few moments thinking about our life. And then I walked back to my life, leaving my napkin folded in a small triangle inside my cup…
next to your cup.
