STEALING a SMILE

He was having a coffee at a window table, I walked down the street and saw him. What a flash, I thought I could have loved him till the end of time. But he wasn’t sitting alone, who cares, I needed to take a photo of him. I entered the place, loud, crowded, too lit, not my favorite, but the prince was there. Keeping my arm at belly level and covering the camera with my fist I approached at slow pace, like looking for somebody. He was talking to the person in front of him, not caring of others. But when I was about to shoot he gently lift his head, turned and saw me.

He smiled, I trembled and missed the shot. He nodded, and got back to his conversation.