Table for the Bokeh (Completed)

Chapter Two

A red scarf around my neck, the same heavy coat, yet this afternoon somehow it managed to provide my frozen body parts with the necessary warmth they longed for,

My eyes traveled ahead of me, they read a sign "STOP", I stood there waiting for these gasoline & oil machines to circulate,

and just for a second, I fisted my hands which were both within the coat's pockets into a ball while I waited,

-"Looks like it's a rainy night," I could read the dark clouds written all over the sky and the chilly breeze of this afternoon

"one afternoon," I thought to myself, I'd perhaps remember this day, During which, I sneaked out of economic's class, wearing the red scarf, same old boots and the usual depth surrounding me, wherever my figure moves,

or should I say, wherever it takes me?.

I kept walking forward, "In A Sentimental Mood" blasting through the headphones, this time performed by the legendaries "Duke Ellington & John Coltrane", during the heavy trumpet and the piano sound, goosebumps traveled every inch of my skin, I grinned to the passionate sounds of the instruments as they intertwined with each other, forming a whole new scene for me to walk through,

Often, my mind wanders to these musicians, and how their brains processed the rhythms they've created, what inspired them? how did the tunes were born within them? is there indeed a story hidden behind every note? Or even, could the higher notes be a cry? lower ones be a laugh? And others simply... A moan?.

-"No straight answer," another far voice would reply to me, preventing my wild imagination from wandering too far then it should.

But then again, the shadow,

yesterday's scene portrayed itself another time inside my memory, from the Mojito's cocktail glass to the gravitational force I felt, pulling me along the darkness, or maybe I just assumed it all?

Heavy doubt crept inside my logic zone, knocking with it the doors of danger, Since the whole incident was now another piece of the past puzzle, all of it seemed to be only something imaginary, a scene resembling the ones your mind creates and plays for you until you fall asleep, deliberating you finally for another episode of your beloved land of wild dimensions,

dimensions, which might be a truly living world, somewhere far from ours.

By 2:59 pm, I was standing tall in front of the cafe,

"Black & Brown's" read the neon sign, which was lit in white lamps today, due to the thick clouds and the heavy somber atmosphere, curvy letters glowing in this dark air as if calling for attention which was even the purpose of creating a sign, wasn't it?.

On summer nights, it was mostly lit in different colors,

-"depends on the day's mood," said the manager once, "some nights blue was the customer's ''color of the night "

and indeed, he couldn't be more accurate, some days are just ... blue

other's might need some whiteness to them, such as today

a moment later, I unlocked the door, taking a glance around, spotted few customers, no manager, and no signs of Clare,

my chest tightened a bit nevertheless, I brushed the feeling away.

-"Another day at work.." I murmured reassuring myself as I changed into the waitress custom once I reached the dressing room, white dress shirt, chocolate brown waistcoat, and hair? let it loose for the day,