An actress

She is a breathtaking actress; she can live any role she chooses. Today, she is a laydee: right pinky upturned as she picks up her cup of tea; small gesture to straighten the hem of her skirt over her knees; a slight wave of the hair indicating impatience: her date is obviously late. I watch her from behind the counter and make impossible mistakes counting change. Perhaps, tonight her date won't show up. What is she gonna do then? She throws a barely perceptible glance toward the clock on the side wall: if I had as much as blinked, I would've missed it. A customer wants pie, a piece of cherry pie and don't forget the whip cream, what a nuisance. It's 7:07 pm already. What is gonna do if he doesn't show? Most of the time, they show. She -- what an actress. In just the time it takes to squirt out a whip cream cloud (Hey, Stop, That's Enough!), she has transformed herself into a student. She is not waiting around for anybody -- she's got books piled up on the table, pencil in hand, strand of hair in her mouth; she is studying. Even her skirt somehow has lost its luster once she tucks one foot underneath her butt and sits on it: uncomfortable but attentive.