Sky the Lonely British Fortune Cookie Fortune Writer
All I know about Sky is what he told me. I can infer the rest.
He lived in a one room flat in London's upper West End-comfortably, though alone, and conjured fortunes for patrons of Chinese cuisine. This pleased him, for as his mood changed throughout the day so he would write-and the fortunes were either happy or sad. Or cautionary.
Beneath him, two floors to be exact, a girl named Emily worked in a bookshop. She worked 10 to 6, shelving, re-shelving, and checking out. And while she greeted customers with the usual smile and cheerful demeanor, she didn't look anybody in the eye. This proved confusing for Sky, as when she rang up his purchase, she didn't meet his gaze, but stared just to the side behind him. And turning around, Sky would see a shelf with a book of recipes for Caramel Pie, and would think to himself how much Emily must love Caramel Pie.
This would continue for the two days every week that Sky would enter the book store, looking for his magazines and trying to catch the gaze of the girl Emily who worked behind the counter. Despite her apparent preoccupation with Caramel Pie, Sky always looked forward to his visits and conversations without eye-contact-for he admired her greatly, and wondered if she felt the same about him.
He lived in a one room flat in London's upper West End-comfortably, though alone, and conjured fortunes for patrons of Chinese cuisine. This pleased him, for as his mood changed throughout the day so he would write-and the fortunes were either happy or sad. Or cautionary.
Beneath him, two floors to be exact, a girl named Emily worked in a bookshop. She worked 10 to 6, shelving, re-shelving, and checking out. And while she greeted customers with the usual smile and cheerful demeanor, she didn't look anybody in the eye. This proved confusing for Sky, as when she rang up his purchase, she didn't meet his gaze, but stared just to the side behind him. And turning around, Sky would see a shelf with a book of recipes for Caramel Pie, and would think to himself how much Emily must love Caramel Pie.
This would continue for the two days every week that Sky would enter the book store, looking for his magazines and trying to catch the gaze of the girl Emily who worked behind the counter. Despite her apparent preoccupation with Caramel Pie, Sky always looked forward to his visits and conversations without eye-contact-for he admired her greatly, and wondered if she felt the same about him.
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