The Stranger

Curly hair with a golden touch in the brown sea of curves, he sat there with his head down, letting the sun to reflect his uncombed hair. The muscle of his face flexed, making the two prominent cheekbones emerge in the lieu of pale skin and freckles. His sad eyes would sometimes wander elsewhere, giving out a vibe of boredom and yearning. His brows are thick and dark, mesmerizing ones who have lost their ways in his brown eyes. His nose is a straight bridge of cartilage, perfected by the small nostrils. Under the bridge are his cherry-coloured lips, which opened up a little only to show the dark void inside his mouth; no teeth visible. His face line, angular bone structures, is implemented by his long bony neck. He would sip his coffee once in a while, making his Adam apple go up and down in the matter of only two seconds. His arms are thin, with five long fingers extended at the end - pale and slim, coated with the brown jacket that's only somewhat lighter than his hair. I longed to learn more about him but the time was up. I left.