Instantly my eyes caught the beauty of a stranger sitting a table away from me. The lovely aroma of the roasted coffee beans whiffed into my nostrils. I sit there watching parents distract there children with iPads. I observe folks dressed in suits pounding relentlessly into the keyboard, as they quietly sip there tea. And, as I stole another glance at the lady a table away from me, we make contact.
Immediately feelings of nervousness strike my stomach. What do I do? Should I go and speak to her, but I have no idea who she is. I slowly savor the taste of my coffee, and advert my eyes back to my book. However, thousands of thoughts hijack my mind into distraction. We made eye contact, she must have admired something in my eyes, I should go over and talk to her.
With a lingering gaze, I scan the room, hoping to grab her attention again. She is vigorously studying, focused on more important things, than talking to a complete stranger. I sit there trying to re-focus my own mindset. I came here to enjoy coffee and this great book. Therefore, I need an unclouded consciousnesses, so that I can return to the things that matter. Then, she gets up casting her eyes into mine, surprisingly ready to ask me a question. “Can you keep an eye on my things?”
“Sure.” It is all I could respond, but not what was on my mind. I wanted to speak with her, tell her that her beauty caught my attention. I wanted to know what she was studying, which university she was attending. Contemplating in my mind the next move I can make, I notice my distraction. With a more intentional focus, I return to my reading.
Within minutes the stranger who would ask me to watch her things, returns. “Thank you,” she says. My mind is racing. She must have found interest in me, why would she just let me watch her things, she has no idea who I am. I am now more compelled than ever to speak with her. Wanting to know where her unknown trust in me came from.
After spending a couple hours half reading, fully sipping my coffee, swiveling my head back and forth in hopes to glimpse her eyes, I decide its time to pack up. I glance over, she glances at me, an exchange I will remember only for a short moment. Then, I pack up my valuables. I place my bag on my back and say, “have a good day.”
“You as well.” As she said those words, the nervousness left. If I were not leaving, I could have a full blown conversation with her. However, she is studying. I decide to glance one more time to be mesmerized by her beauty, as she glances back with a smile. We made eye contact. I fell in love, she made an acquaintance. I over thought the whole exchange, she was studying. In the end, we both made eye contact, more than once.
This is Spotivity