I sit there watching, as she looks at her phone and then the rear view mirror waiting for someone. A quick glance at the clock and once again at the phone and a frown crosses her face.
Looking up from my book, I notice a tall male walking upto her. Her face lights up when she see’s him, but her eyes say something else. As they walk past me without too much conversation, I catch a glimpse of her, her eyes speaks of sadness and so does his.
As I sit their trying to engross myself in my book, I can’t help but wonder what their story is, what seems to make them sad.
They order coffee and sit at a table away from the crowd. No words are spoken, they both seem lost in their own world. She is playing with the sleeve of her coffee cup, while he watches her but with sad eyes. She looks at him her lips quivering, she puts her head down again and goes back to playing with the sleeve.
I go back to my book, trying to read but yet intrigued by this couple. As much as I try, to not pay attention, I notice that they are now engrossed in conversation. Her head still down, while he talks, hanging on to his every word. They forget there are others, but they seem enveloped in their own world.
I feel like I am intruding into their little world, I can’t hear anything, but just watch lips moving. She starts talking and he listens , so much emotion in their faces. There is a slow tear rolling down her face while he glances at his watch. He raises his hand and wipes the tear away from her face. She puts her head back down. He is once again talking and this time he seems to be fighting to hold back the tears.
She lays her hand on his and they sit their in silence, his hand engulfed in hers. For a moment their eyes lock, there is so much emotion between them, that I want to walk over and make it all better.
They eventually get up and walk away. Both seem to be fighting hard to hold back their tears, as they each walk to their cars. They stand their hugging, not wanting to let go. He sits in his car, tears rolling down his face while he watches her drive away.
Meanwhile, I sit their, close my book and watch them both drive away, tears in their eyes. I no longer wonder what their story is, it is one of goodbye.