Merry christmas

What a christmas vibe.
The street is full of people and the tree is full of light.
I walk down the bridge and stop at one wooden vintage cafe. The little boy whom sells wool gloves in front of the cafe just make me realize that i forgot to bring my gloves. Will need to endure the cold of christmas eve on the way to my home. The bell is ringing right after i enter the cafe.
So, I am here. In the place that full of christmas song. Alone. With the mini cake that i've eaten half. And Around the happy couples.
I see the blonde girl with the spectacles boy.
I see the white dress girl with the boy who is talking to the waiter.
I see the bob hair girl with the giant boy.
And i see a man. Sitting alone at my 2 o'clock sight. Staring at his book which is as thick as dictionary. Quite good looking with his not-so-long hair. Looking tall with his sharp chin. And at the moment when he raises his head from the book, i saw those black eyes staring directly to my eyes. And i feel like the time stops for 5 seconds before i nod my head down. Looking back at my cake, staring at wherever but the man. Rubbing my hands to reduce the cold. Then, continue finishing my cake. And i got myself to look back at the man. He is closing his book, Keeping it in his grey bag, Drinking his last gulp of coffee, standing up, looking (again) exactly in my eyes and smiling. And once again, i swear the time stops.
I hear the bell is ringing when he opens the door. I still can see him from the wide glassed window when he is talking to the boy who sells the wool gloves. I see him paying. And i see him leaving by walk.
Well, my time for going home too. The comfortable bed has been waiting for me. I keep my mobilephone in my bag and walk to the exit. The bell ring again. I can feel my body trembling when the night wind starts blowing. I rub both of my hands together to get a little warm. Right after i want to start walking, the little boy come to me with the red gloves.
"oh no. It's ok. I don't need it" i said to him.
" The tall man that has just outed from this cafe pay me and ask me to give it to the woman with brown coat once she outs from the cafe. And it's you. I can't see anyone with brown coat again." replied the little boy.
Tall man with sharp chin. It's him!
" and he asks me to give this card to you. Merry christmas " continued the little boy.
He is going back to his stand after i get the card.
I open the card
Merry christmas. This gloves will warm you.
I'm Dave. Will surely ask your name when we meet again. Anw, i'll come back here on sunday 7p.m :)

Well, well, well,
Should i come here too on sunday 7p.m?
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Anw,  merry christmas guys.
And by the way, the story is just a fiction.  Hahahaha.  Always feel a little bit romantic in christmas. Don't you feel so?