She opened the door to the coffee house and entered with a chill. Her face was glazed with ice, red with exercise. Her latte was large and warm to her touch. She sat in the cool light of the front window sipping through chapped lips. She didn’t take off her coat or earmuffs.
The sunglasses gave her a hard look, fashionable and self-assured, cool and aloof. Behind the sunglasses were soft eyes and a smooth cheek that betrayed her kindness and vulnerability.
No comments:
Post a Comment