The focus wkruszył finger pinch of cinnamon to the coffee. He did it with such precision as if nothing had not taken place in his life. When you said that the skin of the fingers there remained not a single morsel slowly reached for the spoon resting on a saucer with a cup of even greater precision and mess everything slowly studied palette of gestures. He kept staring at her face.
couple of cups of sustaining the aroma of cinnamon in the direction of neighboring tables. On the right side near the window overlooking the garden cedar, incinerated, the shadow of the coming dusk sat couple - apparently the marriage - the elderly. Snow-Haired woman wearing a dark blue dress and a man Percale, which meant the suit extremely cold steel shade. They sat with his mouth open towards the return of the orchestra, whose sole interpretation "What Now My Love" . Even the waiter who approached their table did not dare to stop this focus, moving away after a while without a word to the next score above the threshold restaurants. Table on the left was empty the whole evening.
crossed his legs and eyes omiótł interior of the restaurant. The restaurant was decorated in the attic of the old town hall building. The interior was a mixture of South American style and long history of steel industry. The walls are proudly presented in the pantheon of scenes from that period and a series of portraits of the representatives of the encapsulated copper fittings. This conglomeration of accents surprised even himself, but curiously gaze slipped further after the wicker furniture and cast iron fittings wkomponowanych the wall. Dominated by foxgloves and sunflowers, in the air mingled aroma of rosemary and thyme. I have already mentioned that given mainly Italian dishes? It seemed to him the most peculiar.
moments watching old couple who gave him full of dignity, he lost sight of the woman who watched the whole evening. Her table was empty, but the bolero carelessly imposed on the back of the chair, testified that it did not yet left the restaurant. Drank some coffee and quickly licked his mouth, he was still too hot. At the same time one of the waiters quickly passed his table, leaving behind him carrying a whiff of cheap perfume smell. Held his breath for a moment, pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and burnt it from the candle standing on the counter next to the glass of the daiquiri. The waiter threw on the counter adjacent table cloth and well set on its tableware, removing the previous reservation information. Further improved arrangement of sunflowers in a vase, and nodded toward the guests waiting at the entrance, a sign that everything is ready. Finished cigarette when they began to mount to the table. Man suggested the girl chair, then sat down on the collecting and informed the waiter menus him that he will call him when I decide on something. At this moment he saw her again.
was pretty in a very gentle way, men could appeal to the frenetic silhouette, its young milk-pale, transparent skin, through which one could read the web of blue veins and finally opened his mouth continuously and half shut eyes, through which made an impression forever absent. The whole evening drank a martini with cranberry juice, weaning each time a toothpick with olives on the plate next to it. He smiled to himself every time he did.
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Usually it was not a problem at all for her, met with this type of gaze almost every day, which was certainly not some enigmatic riddle, because its appearance. This time, however, felt a little confused perhaps, because it did not look at myself an ounce of discretion, it was the original and some of his. At first tried to ignore them, however, even for a moment did not feel comfortable in this situation. Every now and then apologized for a moment a man in a black tuxedo, who accompanied her that night, explaining that it had to be refreshed. Man every time he helped her up and escorted her eyes. This time, waved his hand high above his head in the direction of the waiter, pointing in the direction odpitych glasses halfway.
Lawirując between the tables came out dirty green carpet leading into the hall. Along the way she looked again at the man and was surprised to recognize in his face one of the faces that you barely she managed to erase from memory. Her features were sharp, pulled downwards. Covered with a complexion with a weight of rotten walls, and this type of facial hair, which even after careful shaving the impression nieogolonej. And his eyes ... A sharp look that could only belong to a lunatic. It can never forget that look, even if they will try. There will always be there somewhere, even if they do not excel in itself.
Starting from the main room came with your camera phone and dialed the phone by removing the five- number on the dial. She waited only three signals, on the other side before someone picked up the phone and a hoarse voice, dry drawled
"Yes?"
"Sonny Castellano is back in town."
At the same time behind the dull echo of the shot heard coming from inside the restaurant.
"... and probably come back for good" - she added, and then hung up.
Frank Sinatra - [New York, New York # 13] The Girl From Ipanema
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