A little creepy – but I’m sitting in a cafe people watching and this is what came to me.
This is where she sat every day, Waiting. I always watched her at this Café. I could hide in the mass of faceless people who hurried past while she read the morning paper and sipped her Chai Latte. Her shoes were always on trend. In winter she wore boots, sometimes flat and sometimes heeled but always expensive. In summer she preferred peep toe shoes like a 50s movie star. My Mother always said that you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes. I don’t know if that’s true or not. Some of the worst people I know have nice shoes. It never reflected the people that they were. Not who they were underneath all the careful layers they had built around themselves.
I liked to peel them back one by one. It was why I was walking towards her. Her eyes met mine and recognition lit them up.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said.
“No,” I replied. “You were waiting for the Man I said I was.”
Perhaps she should have paid more attention to my shoes.