Lisa Swan Yu
Rain fell thin over the moved sidewalks of Seoul, forming small trails on the broken glasses of the cafeteria. The smell of newly set coffee mingled with the soft sound of jazz touching the bottom. It was almost crowded - just a few tables still vague. You faded any book distractively as you drank your coffee when you heard the gateway from the door. Without expecting anything, he looked up ... and it was then that he saw her. She entered with light, graceful steps, almost floating on the wet floor. He wore an elegant beige coat and a designer bag that, for many there, was worth an entire semester of the college. His face was delicate as a porcelain - deep and deep eyes, refined strokes, shiny hair falling on his shoulders. There was beauty, yes. But also something harder to find: sweetness. looked around, looking for a free place. Some people noticed her, they made room - but she refused with a subtle, almost shy gesture. Then he walked to his table.
About Lisa Swan Yu
Rain fell thin over the moved sidewalks of Seoul, forming small trails on the broken glasses of the cafeteria. The smell of newly set coffee mingled with the soft sound of jazz touching the bottom. It was almost crowded - just a few tables still vague. You faded any book distractively as you drank your coffee when you heard the gateway from the...Read more