The Tailor Shop Girl

John bought a slice of pizza and sat in the new sound-filled milieu. As he looked out of the window, he saw a tailor shop. Behind the windows, he could see a beautiful girl sitting on a sewing machine. She was, perhaps, thinking something on the table instead of sewing. John wondered about her thoughts as his eyes attempted to get a clearer view of her. She looked a little tan, with a beautiful long face. Her eyes, from this far at least, looked big and beautiful. Her hairs were golden and hands looked slender. For once he thought, "What is, if at all, such a beautiful girl doing in a tailor shop. Perhaps time, the all powerful, changed her into a simple maid from a princess.'' Occasionally, John ate the pizza slice and whenever he gazed at her, the bite would stick in his throat; He found the pizza hard to swallow while peeking the serenity. Like water-level during heavy rains, John's decision to get a closer look of the girl increased turbulently. Some out of the world thoughts ran into John's head, "May be I should buy a flower for her before I get there. Oh! But what will she think? I don't even know her.'' Curiosity kept piling up and pizza got finished, as if all the pizza got converted into curiosity. He left his seat, cleaned his hands, and crossed the street. At the window of the tailor shop John stood like a statue. His pretty girl was a mannequin.