The story comes from encounter

        Today's story stems from my meeting with her. Strictly speaking, it's because I try my best to get close to her and create the possibility of "meeting".

        In the early autumn afternoon, I described the blind date of the previous day over and over again, looking at my mother's expectant eyes, forced to smile perfunctorily.

        Looking for a chance, I came out, along the street of autumn breeze, I moved my steps aimlessly. I took a deep breath of smoke and wrapped up my thin coat. The cigarette that came out of it caught my eyes against the wind. I had to wring my neck and squint. It was as if I could see a man sitting in the window of the next street, who was not so clear but wanted to see clearly.

        When tears cleared my burnt eyes, I finally saw the man clearly. She was dressed in loose Beige thread clothes, half long hair, bangs happened to block half of her face, showing her straight nose and slightly warped lips. One hand is holding a book, the other is holding a coffee cup. The dim yellow light in the room shone on the glass, reflected on the reddish cheek. This moment of freeze frame, I feel like I have seen it somewhere.

        I can't tell whether I like the impression of this freeze frame, or I want to explore the woman in the impression. So, I remember this coffee shop at the beginning of the street. I always pass it when I have nothing to do. I look at her behind the glass window.

        Once, she wore a ponytail, held a cup of milk tea, and laughed with her partner; once, she was dressed in a formal suit, staring at the computer in front of her, with a serious look; once, she sat opposite a young man, bent her head and bit the straw, flustered

        Is this the feeling of the heart? I was suddenly upset, afraid that I would not have the courage to speak to her and that I would be the first to be caught. I think I fell in love with this girl.

        With courage, I stepped into the coffee shop and stood opposite her. "Hello, may I sit opposite you? "She raised her head with a smile. This is as like as two peas in my head. In the days to come, I was always sitting opposite her. And she, too, will keep that seat for me.

        It's another early autumn season. If you pass the coffee shop at the end of the street, you may see us both. She is still wearing the beige thread coat, sitting beside me, warm against me. My line of sight still stops on her side face which is blocked by the sea, real and sentimental.

        Assistant brought a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and the heat curled up in the light. Through the glass window, I see your envious eyes.

        Meet, is the beginning of the story, cherish every encounter, maybe "she" is the beginning of your life story.