Autumn Magic (Tales and Stories)

From that evening I met Chris in the park, almost a month has passed.And after everyday trouble, I’ve already started to forget it.In the autumn, the coffee is more than usual.The cakes break up, it failed to cool, and coffee just leaves the river.Here and now I stand back to the hall and prepare two очередные порции drink.One with a cover and a drop of delicacy to the sad young man on the top and with a hat of shed mucus and warm reminded of the elderly woman behind the table in the window.I’m going back to my place and I’m looking forward to the new visitors.And I have to say a little unusual for my coffee.Black clothes in the stretch, shrimp on the face, sharp movements... Oh no, this is an unusual city resident, although he and wants to look like them.- Can I help you? - I'm going to ask a young man.and Mel?“Yes, I’m a little surprised, there’s a few who call me so, this is a name from the past... oh no!Are you Nile?I am asking directly.Who was with Chris at the job?What about him?The guy suddenly begins to laugh, and from this his face is completely transformed, becomes open and incredibly attractive, even too.I swallow the end of the tongue of the dry lips and I’m already more attentive to the new guest.He is good, he is definitely good!Jan Bee, 2017©