John Price - Those Eyes
Part 1 of ?
"Across skies and seas I walked I saw a poet and I saw a king Hoping to know what love is" - O velho e a flor
"A large black coffee," John ordered. He didn't smile or even give a pleasant look to the attendant. He was tired, fuck Laswell, five months on a mission was fucking hell. His fridge was rotten, and the fruit on the table had turned to goo. Damn, he was tired.
"That'll be 3 pounds, sir," the cashier said, and John paid without even bothering to thank her when she asked him to wait.
It took about 10 minutes for the coffee to be ready. The coffee shop was full, and the black-haired barista was rushing like crazy between the coffee machines, making at least two coffees a minute. And then she called John's name: the take-away coffee accompanied by a small cake.
"I didn't order the cake," he said, looking at the dark chocolate cupcake without frosting. It reminded him of something, but he didn't know what the fuck it was.
"It's a gift for the wait, sir." He looked up, and damn it, 20 years of history hit him like a punch to the gut. Those deep-blue eyes like blueberries, big and, even tired, they managed to be joyful.
"Anna?" he murmured, leaning against the counter as the girl took a step back "Anna Camper."
"My mother" the girl said, startled.
Mother? Fuck, what the hell did she mean, mother?! But what did he expect? Did he expect the love of his life to be out there waiting for him to retire so they could finally be together? Did he expect her to have entered celibacy like he did and they would never meet again?! Fuck what he expected, but he didn't expect to find a teenager with the same eyes he fell in love with at 20 years old.
"Sir, are you alright?" July asked, startled. After all, it wasn't every day a 40-year-old guy in uniform appeared and called you by your mother's name.
John remained there, still, staring at the girl as if he could somehow go back in time just by looking at her.
"July? Babe, there are two more coffees and-John?"
