Chapter 3 - C.A.L.L.

My thoughts were so alone, now they've found a home. I think of you. There you are walking through the room like Audrey. White linen tablecloths, black dress and a scent of Caron Poivre. Le café de Paris stops breathing for a while until you find a table. These are the exact words I write down in my diary. This is when I stop describing and start living. I realize that you are looking straight at me. Smiling and everything. I look back. Wishing I was forward. I lower my eyes and when they find the courage once more, the ember moment is gone. You order a double espresso and I am thinking about what to say to you. Neil Strauss has the openers but I´m a Frank Capra kind of guy. Our first dialog has to be exquisite in every possible way. 
Now you are looking my way again and I can tell from your smile that you read my mind. Cliches echo in my head as I stand. "I don't even know your name, can I call you mine?" I push that red chair back in and push my self to take those first steps towards you

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