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Outside their cocoon, life moved at a contemporary pace. The comings-and-goings of the uncomplicated set going about their night– eating, drinking, chatting– completely deaf, dumb and blind to the antediluvian happening on the other side of the bistro.
She attempted to give up her lover. He resisted. She failed to dam the tears. He caught them on his finger. She begged to let her spare him further burden of emotion. He sat in soft resolution to remain by her side come what may.
Everyone carried on in their own mediocre camps, forks and knives clinking against china plates. The barista shushed out coffee upon coffee—latte, espresso, mocha. The odd tea ordered. The odd request for cake. But here I stood, watching from the bar—at the end of my shift–transfixed at the beauty of the trembling love affair.