He works at a bakery.
Every morning, about two hours into his shift – about 6am – he walks over to the delivery door to listen for the distinct sound of a certain woman’s heels. As the sound gets louder, he gets ready to catch a glimpse of her. He is careful to stay in the shadows as she passes. As soon as she gets a safe distance away, he emerges from the dark to watch her round the corner and fade from view.
This has been part of his daily routine for about the past two years.
After she passes, he stays in the hope that he can catch a waft of her perfume. Even over the heavy smells of baked goods, he can smell sweet lilies. If he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can see himself in front of her, both of them smiling. They’re sitting at a bistro table sampling wonderful foods and drinking the finest wine.
But, he never says hello.
Because, he figures, they would get married, they’d have a couple of kids together, he’d get fat and die because he would hate his life after that.
I kept the lines quite sketchy and didn’t do a lot of rework on this one. I rubbed on it more than usual to get less contrast.