He leaned his head forward, as to enter in the sad thoughts surroundig her crying.
The three mirrors gave her back the same unwanted image: yellow tired eyes, pale puffed cheecks, greasy hair, and the angles of her mouth pushing inevitably downwards.
He stepped on the pulpity, her breath held for the second she watched that immense crowd greeting him from behind.
She closed her eyes
in that precious moment,
yes, she must have felt
like a golden cloud
She was sweet. Oh no, she was way more than that, she was delicious. He could literally taste the microscopic, sugary explosions on his lips whenever they met her cheek, like if her skin was one of those blackberry his sister used to bring him from the countryside.
She smiled, as she was said to always do, to the 50 years old customer carried by his hungry chubby son. The little boy started pointing at the images on the board behind her. While listing the possible additional dressings in front of those amazed four eyes – the father seemed to have changed his mind after witnessing a hot wrap covered with cocktail sauce and accompanied by a generous portion of French fries – she felt like she did not have any other existence beside being the cordial, caring waiter in that fast food.
The cherry-flavoured gum was still quite hard because of the cold day – after a few stiff chews tough, it became pleasingly soft.