Ms. Thunder Thighs

I call her Ms.Thunder thighs.. She has bright big eyes. .Playful and wistful..
Long Long hair. Smelling nice nice nice...
Twirls it around and twists it into a bun while talking animatedly.. Unleashes them and decides that they are better knotted.

My gaze shifts restless all across the cafe , trying to catch glances of people- envious, jealous and some, longing. The woman holding the counter keeps glancing when ever she can, while she takes the orders of a noisy couple trying to keep their 5 yr old daughter busy. The college kid in the table across stares at her as if he's paying utmost to her beauty .

And here she sits, a Venus of a girl eating roasted brown bread sandwich just opposite to me, trying to make me spurt out things i would never tell her or any one otherwise.