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<p></p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>The Games We Play.<br /> duckiemonster<br /> <br /> She’s unspeakably beautiful; I think that’s why I notice her first. Then I<br /> notice the concentration on her face.<br /> <br /> My coffee is getting cold. I’m pretending to look out of the window, but if I<br /> turn my eyes over to the left, I get a perfect view of her in a mirror<br /> attached to the wall; an attempt to make this hole of a café attractive.<br /> <br /> She sits on her own, twisting a strand of her long, long hair around her<br /> fingers, gazing intensely at the paper in front of her. She’s tapping her pen<br /> gently on her bottom lip, she’s whispering something over and over again. I’m<br /> trying to lip read, but I keep getting distracted and I can’t make it out.<br /> <br /> She’s writing something now. The way the pen moves, it looks like a single<br /> letter. If I just lean over a bit more, I might be able to see…<br /> <br /> Oh crap, I think she’s noticed me staring. Her eyes flicked over just now, I<br /> think she smiled a little. I turn hastily to stare out of the window,<br /> apparently fascinated by the rare spectacle of a number 23 bus. God, my hands<br /> are shaking? I’m glaring at the bus so hard now that I’m starting to worry the<br /> passengers. I remain resolutely focused forwards. I can’t look again, what<br /> will she think?<br /> <br /> Almost without my command, and definitely against my better judgement, my eyes<br /> slide to look in the mirror again. She’s twisted towards me more. She<br /> definitely saw me. She’s running her pen from side to side across her lower<br /> lip. I wonder if a woman has ever looked more attractive. I let my imagination<br /> run wild for a second, mentally thrusting my hands into her hair, kissing her<br /> pouting lips, smoothing her furrowed brow…<br /> <br /> She’s looking again! This time there can be no doubt that she’s seen my<br /> staring… I risk a little wave from my reflection to hers. My reflection looks<br /> embarrassed, it’s rather flushed. Hers looks far too relaxed. This is unfair.<br /> <br /> She’s getting up. Walking over.<br /> <br /> “Excuse me?” she says, sitting on the stool next to mine.<br /> <br /> “Yes?” My voice is trembling more than my hands. I wonder what she’s going to<br /> say… am I about to be wearing my cappuccino? Dragged off to a hotel room?<br /> Made to feel the size of a microbe?<br /> <br /> She slides the paper in front of me. “Do you Su Doku?” she looks up, her eyes<br /> lock with mine. “I’m rather stuck.”<br /> <br /> Outside, the bus starts to move.</div>

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