Sitting alone in the cafe,
She stares out the wall-sized, open window.
She placed herself just right
Where she would not be too hot
Nor too cold
In front of the open wall.
She wanted to people watch.
Obviously, she noticed the
People in the room with her;
The two well-dressed, 'business-like', loud men
Who's smoke continues to blow in her face.
A younger-than-her woman,
Also sitting alone,
A traveler
Probably here for wifi.
Two young men in the opposite corner.
They have American accents,
She wonders where they're from.
And then there's that guy.
He sits alone at the very middle table.
He has a rugged face that doesn't demand attention,
But rather wants to see deep
Into the purpose of things.
To see the being.
She immediately notices his camera,
As it is a nicer version of her own, and
Wonders what he is doing in Istanbul.
She notices even more when she hears the familiar
Click of the shutter.
She looks up and sees him awkwardly
Trying to play it cool.
Yes,
He just 'paparazzi-ed' her.
She doesn't seem to mind.
With all her travels, she's used to people
Taking her photo;
Even more so,
Being the one who steals the shot.
Another couple joins the room.
Her imagination stops
Wondering.
Her eyes wander back outside.
And though she may never know his story,
He captured part of hers.
