i wonder who you were

She bounced into the café. Short short hair. Black black skin. And a smile that made your heart melt. I smiled back. She came up to me, shook my hand and whispered into my ear "I've lost my voice." Then moved on to tell anyone else in the café who would tilt their head to lend her an ear too.

We left the café. So did she. Short hair, black skin, white smile. She caught up and squeezed her way between us. Giggling with mischief. Out loud she announced to us that she had to meet someone but didn't really want to go, and as she left to cross the road she wished us both 'Monsieur et Madame' a lovely evening.