Wadjet

Amidst the breathless blabber of shares and finances floating over the massive oak slab, blanketed shamelessly by a traffic of ceramics with mouthwatering, pocket-unfriendly food, he gawped powerlessly toward her face. She had a 50s hairstyle, with her hair mysteriously covering the left side of her face. The opaque ringlets of her frenetic tuft made the coiffure look almost uncouth. Only, it didn't look rude on her - somehow, the lush gloom flowing from her crown flattered the grainy freckles around her nose. He was certain, it was fishy the way she'd styled her hair. He watched her move, table to table, with an insouciance that wasn't, in the least, shoddy. She wasn't beautiful, or pretty; well, not in the literal sense of it. He wanted her to wait at his table, wanted to see her up close. He wanted to notice her freckles, if they crowded just her nose or were they lightly sprinkled all over her face. Unable to tame his resistance any further, he asked for a refill for water. As soon as she tracked the origin of the request voiced, she came walking towards him. Even as she refilled his glass, and the others', his eyes stayed secured on her every manoeuvre. By the time she'd revolved around the entire counter, he noticed. He noticed. When the glut of her hair moved in rhythm as she was returning, he noticed. He noticed the deep pink weal, trekking right across her left cheek before it dived beneath its jawline. He saw her growing uncomfortable, he saw herself being noticed. He could sense her discomfort. He diverted his gaze, he didn't want her to think of himself as another of those eerie people who might have ever looked at her with any indifference. He saw. He saw, as she moved away. He saw her turn around to look back at him. It wasn't a smile, no. It wasn't the curve that he had been eyeing all through his meal. It wasn't the professional gesture she'd been flashing while waiting through the restaurant. It was a trivial uplift. Like an approval. 






Scars. Funny thing.
Ak. 

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  1. The last line made a lot of sense, this was lovely, dost.

    P.s- The text font and the background are a little harsh on the eyes because they're heavily contrasting. Thought I'd let you know, just incase it helps :)

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