I had been in love some other times; or at least that’s what I thought. Was then when she opened the door of the bar while removing her sunglasses and unzipping her trench; and she closed her umbrella.
Next thing I remember, after losing my look in her hair, was I could have spend hours staring at her, drawing her, just memorizing her. Etching her in my mind so i could never forget her.
Same time, day after day, same table, same tea. I had lose myself in her skin once again without realizing she was aware of me watching her.

 
Jose Señorán