Wrote this earlier today.
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I think I’ve watched at least 10 people trip over the threshold of this coffee shop, and at least 20 others having trouble opening the door — they should really fix the entrance to this place. But then again if they did, I probably wouldn’t have witnessed an act of kindness so very much needed in the world today.
There was a huge line at the counter. Everyone was either busy talking to their friends or lost in their smart phones to notice an elderly women by the door having more trouble than most opening it. Instinctively, I got up to help her but was beaten to the punch by a girl with long auburn hair dressed for the autumn season. She was very pretty, beautiful even, though I reserve such description for the handful of women in my life. Regardless, she ended up freezing me in the awkward position between getting up from my chair and watching her help the elderly women gain access into the building. I would’ve sat down, I should’ve sat down, but I kept my place. I just kept looking, which was really, really creepy now that I think about it.
Upon letting the elderly women enter the coffee shop, the girl then proceeded to look straight at me, along with all of my awkwardness (and creepiness for that matter). Her eyes had a settling sense of kindness written across them — I probably would’ve gotten lost in those eyes had it not been for what she did next. She smiled.
Now, whether or not she smiled because it was her inherent nature to do so or if she was on the verge of laughing, I wasn’t too sure, but what I did know was that her smile was like a spell casted and sealed on the very fate of my life as if to curse and disable me for the rest of my existence. I stared. Immobilized, I stared like it was all my body could do to try and release myself from the grips of such a powerful hex. I wanted to say something but I couldn’t, I just stared. And in as much time as it took for her to cast her little charm on me, she was gone just like that, as if nothing happened.
Realizing that I was no longer bewitched, I sat back down and tried to regain a bit of my composure. I took a sip of my iced coffee. The cold bitterness knocked me back into my senses. Whoever that girl was I will never know. I took another sip, this time to knock me back to work.