Must Be The Smoke From My Lungs

Yesterday, we ate together and I sat beside her.

Before the food was served, she started to speak about an experiment related to analgesia and thalidomide. 

As she spoke, I couldn't stop looking at her. 
From my point of view -I was so close to her and looking at her left side-, she was so gorgeous. 

She looked like a smart and beautiful woman. 

As she spoke, her lips moved along in a very seductive way. Wondered how would it be to kiss them, when I remembered the first time I saw her. 

I had been a postgraduate student for a few months, and that day I went to eat with some of my labmates to a small restaurant. All of them were about to finish their postgraduate studies. 

That restaurant was their favorite place to eat. The waitresses were pretty and nice and they had amazing memories. They never wrote what we ordered and they never got wrong. Food and price were nice, too. 

And there she was... 

Immediately, I felt attracted and somehow weak. 
My legs started to shake and my heart beat started to accelerate.  
I was like an adolescent falling in love with a TV actress. 

She smiled and then I realized she had brackets. They drove me wild. 

Also, as she smiled, she looked sort of innocent and childish, but beautiful. 

She spoke a few times. She was kind of shy. 

As my labmates, she was about to finish her postgraduate studies. 
She was in that small restaurant with another woman who was friend with my labmates. 

Apparently, they used to eat together once in a while. 

I was about to get married and I felt so ridiculous for having those thoughts, but kept thinking of her the entire day.

I just knew her name. 

Before we ate, we had not seen each other for several years. 

Now, she's married, too. She even has a son. 
I had even forgotten that I was attracted to her.

  
While the food was about to get served, I had to stop looking at her.
Her beauty was really hypnotic. I was afraid to start drooling. 

Then, I looked at her hands. They were so white and tiny. Each one of her fingernails had varnish residues -a mixture of carmine and magenta-, and they made me think that she wasn't really worried at all about her appearance. It gave me the chills. 
Wondered how would it be to touch those hands. 

I'm just attracted in a literary way to her. 

Clean Up Before She Comes