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Café Girl: The Quintessential

Posted on April 12, 2014

The café seemed to just part when she walked in.  In that way that happens when everyone seems to look up at once.  Or inhale at the same time.  I noticed from a balcony at the back of the place, in between glimpses at The Economist, and thoughts about American democracy.  She sat next to me and did not look up for the next two hours.  I did.  It was as if . . . she were posing.  Quintessential Café Girl:  Café Babe.

 

Café Girl: The Tutor

Posted on February 2, 2014

She was tutoring some sort of science, maybe med school. In a near-empty La Pain Quotidien on a Saturday evening, I was in my normal spot at the center, farm table.  She sat right in front of me. There’s a rule I came up with over the years. If someone sits next to you, talk to them.

She was soon joined by the student who, more classic in her beauty, could not touch her. Elegant, sophisticated yet simple, could not take your eyes off of her. That is a Café Girl.

I think our eyes met a good twelve times.

And then . . . she left.

  

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