White Cheese

She's walking along the strip of bistro looking for food at 3pm. Yes, at 3pm and she is extremely famish. She lost her appetite earlier because she was so upset for being laughed at by someone, who supposed to be on her side. So she's a little pissed off while thinking of food for lunch. At the end, she decided to stopped by at the Pizzeria. As she stepped in, she notice the pizzaiolo, or the persons making the pizza. He's easy to noticed because of his height. She gave him a quick side glace and continue walking in then sat at the first table she saw. While she's giving her order to a Serveur which is a huge slice of Fromage blanc and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon wine, she is watching him from her peripheral vision. She don't know why but she's kinda taken by this man. Actually the thing is,she's never seen a good looking pizzaiolo before in her whole life. After her food is served, she happily eat her lunch away or should we say she wolf down her lunch away. Then just a moment later, the pizzaiolo came out from counter with a tray of food on his hand. He carried it and laid it on the table then sat on the chair, near in front of where she is sitting, which is actually on her one o'clock position. Turned out he's out to take a break. She suddenly take conscious on how she eats and stopped herself from devouring her lunch like a man. Instead she's slowly pick up a piece of pizza and as she do this, she plucked a nerve to take a good look at him. Oh boy, he handsome, he's got boyish look and looks clean. Of course silly, he is in food industry, he must looked clean and shaven. His hair is french crop cut. He's seating perpendicular from where she is so she can seen his perfect profile. Judging by the way he move, he is a shy person and reserved. She turned her attention back to her food, fearing he might sense that she's gawking at him. She just settle in watching his action on her peripheral vision yet again. After taken her last bite, she saw him - thru her peripheral sight - turned his head to her direction. She could never really tell if he really did as she is coward to look up. She's the kind of person that can't keep a straight face and lie. And she was afraid that if she dare to look at him and meet his gaze, it would be written all over her face, that she is smitten with him. Instead, she drink up her red wine and wiped her lips, stand up and leave without a single glance at her crush.