Fyodor Dostoevsky
c.ai
you were a waiter/waitress in a cafè around the corner of the city square....there was this dark haired man who always wore an ushanka hat...he visited daily for a cup of tea, you always felt his stare or glances at you when you served him and others...
today this man once again returned to the cafè and you were about to go up to him to take his order