Sparkles through a window

She was watching the street through the window, sipping her tea, half-listening to what her mother was saying. She was bored. And tired. She just wanted to go home, to sleep, to dream. She just wanted to let her life go.

          He went out of the shop, his hand full of heavy bags. He was late. He always was. He looked at his watch and ran.

Now her mom was really getting on her nerves. She didn't stop talking about how being retired was a benefit, how much she wanted to go on a world-trip as soon as she could. Time rushed. She came back to the window and…

          One of the bags cracked. He was just in front of a café. He mumbled some insults and looked up. She was staring at him.

He looked at her and her mind blanked out. Her mother's voice and projects disappeared. The quiet chatting ceased. There were he and her. Just them. In a bubble.

          He thought she was beautiful. Not only in her looks but in her thinking too. She had this light inside her eyes that every child had. Innocence. His phone rang ; he didn't notice.

She smiled.

          He smiled.

"Honey, are you listening?"

          "Excuse me, could you move aside?"

She turned her head.

          He turned his.

     And it was all gone.