Writing to the library this afternoon, before a table, sat a man.
He wore a dark blue vintage sportswear, white v from t, and upon their arrival in the benefits of short hair. In his reading notes a similar thing, a pen in hand. His desk are a flight sunglasses, a number of other miscellaneous items. Hanging back like a north face jacket, wearing a gray corduroy pants, because it is sitting, are not clear-type. The exposure of the feet placed a black bag, much like the weekend bag, a little big, but it is his bag.
I could not help seeing him several times. Later, go with a table and sat down. To lay down their bags, take out computer and headphones, took off his jacket, dark glasses in their hands will also put on the table, such as conducting a ceremony. I suddenly realized that their package quite like the original look, with the exposure compared to the black bag, they seemed to belong to the same country.
I always used to look at a person's bag, and then shoes, then the jacket.
Sit down, I also took the opportunity to take a look at him several times better. Not see his face, is to look at his things, his or her clothes, and nothing more. It is hard to say, is to attract this person or his things, or style attracted.
He stood up and said the body, to the back of the bookshelf. I think he's back. It was a some loose pants, a gray, it is free to collapse at the waist. His vintage sports jacket, let me first he was a German judge.
So the eyes and the things he table. Aviator sunglasses are still very eye-catching. He returned, sat down. I hurried to recover the line of sight. Put on headphones and start working.
After a while, a 50-year-old middle-aged man sitting in the middle of our spaces. He generally dressed middle-aged man wearing clothes, brown khaki jacket, not the shape of the shallow white trousers, shoes lace. He is a cloth bag pockets, took off his jacket, the inside is a light plaid shirt, the most mediocre style, especially when inserted into the same shallow mediocrity when in a pair of white trousers.
All of a sudden my bag and the cloth with pockets for starting to look aggrieved. Black bag that exposure before the partnership is that it is more like it. Just like that black leather jacket, compared with the brown khaki jacket, more like a small black suit and my partner the same. They are all one country, but now can only hope that the relative distance. The middle into a number of different countries such unexpected things.
Another for a while, that wore vintage uniforms to stand up. Exposure he brought a black bag, will be closed one by one table into things. His intention to leave, and move quickly. So I turned to look at him in that moment he left, I saw his feet, a pair of black slippers. At this time, my gold ballet shoes are also eager to up, as if to wave to pay tribute to her partner.
I would like to take a look at my bag, she seems to have meaning give up. I smiled and told her in his heart: It does not matter, you will encounter more of the same country partners.
