5:06 pm. May 27, 2014. Coffee Shop.
He flips his hands around, as he tells his story among friends who were listening. He gestures his hand like a gun, and exclaims: "BANG!"
The male senior citizen, whose age seemed to be around his late seventies. He was small as his back was crouched, leaning back on the plastic chairs. He had a small round face with a bald spot on the peak of his head, ombre black hair starting on his sides that turned white at the ends. He had large ears and a full pearly set of teeth - but they would surely be dentures. Rectangular obsidian frames aided his sight as he wore them all throughout. He wore a striped sky blue short-sleeved collared polo that was tucked in his denim shorts, held up by a black belt. On his left hand was a silver circular watch, that he rarely checks up on. His footwear were grey and white running shoes, that had a black check symbol.
He sits in a leisurely and casual manner, with his elbows both on the table as his hands did all the illustrating. He chuckles, laughs and points to his two friends, moving animately. His nostrils would flare once he would laugh out loud and smirk with the right corner of his mouth.
He wastes no time to tell stories to his friends of roughly the same age, in conversation with a few cups of coffee. Although unlike him, they were wearing slacks and loafers. His body is old, but his spirit is still that of a young man. He has a young heart.
He reminds me of an Alfonso. Yes, I’ll call him "Lolo Alfonso”.
