La Miscella Perfetta, 2016
Sausalito, San Francisco, California
BELLE: MEETING HER PRINCE. I did not hear what he said. Wait! Did he make an order? Yes, Belle, he ordered. The voice at the back of my head lingering around again.
“A cup of cappuccino, please.”
Then he tapped the table lightly. Finally, he paused and said, “Mind if you quit staring at me and if you can close your mouth, please.”
“Oh! Sorry, I’m––I am mesmerized by your movie star look.”
Fast, so fast, I said that I was almost twirling my tongue. Oh no! My face instantly felt hot. Gosh! I am blushing.
I saw you somewhere. I saw you last night. Goodness Lord, I am not ready for this! He is so handsome. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. So instead, I plastered a silly smile and closed my mouth, and looked down. It’s so
