she delicately walked in the cafè. she saw everything in the air was haywire. wait, it was her heart which went haywire seeing the young and madly handsome garçon sitting across the cafè, watching the clouds cry and making the crust wet with it's sorrow. the kind of pain and sorrow the clouds were expressing were somewhat similar to hers.
"sir, may i please know what you want?"
"i want the sorrow that resides in your heart."
