Beauty

He always came here.
Friday, 8 pm. Table number 7.

Sitting on the wooden chair in the middle of the room.
Ordering a piece of cheese cake.
Drinking his black coffee, no sugar added.
Picking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up.
Being busy with his laptop,
sometimes doing his university projects,
or just watching some videos.

Gorgeous chocolate eyes.
A white snapback on his head.
A thin smile appeared on his face, rarely.
But from his smile, people could tell that he enjoyed his time alone.

And me,
I enjoyed seeing his beauty every week,
from a distance.