I love it when I catch you
looking at me,
And then you smile
and look away
***
The waitress arrived shortly carrying a tray filled with two cups of sipping Café Mocha and two platters of enticing Ice Cream cake.
The sight made my mouth water. I bit my lower lip while impatiently waited for the waitress to finish setting everything on the table. She gingerly places the cup down and then the other. I nearly roll my eyes heavenward by the slow service. It took me a considerable amount of
self-restraint not to get on my feet and help her serve the rest. I'm starving. Who could blame me?
