I opened the black wooden door and stepped towards the most secluded corner of this already uncrowded place. I struggled to warm up faster by rubbing my hands, shoulders, and arms while the warm air inside dampened the feeling of the cold outside. When I reached the table, I sat in a fairly minimal brown chair and continued my hand movements until it was warmed up. On the other hand, I was looking around to see if I was alone here. In a corner opposite me, three people sitting at a fairly large table caught my attention. Someone was holding a cigar in contrast to his profile with his long curly hair and glasses. He probably a year or two older than me. Next to this sympathetic-looking boy, a lovable boy with a white-skinned, slightly orange-colored beard was playing with his glasses (probably his), sitting listening to the boy in front of him. The boy sitting in front of them was a little more remarkable, using his hands to excitedly express something, occasionally sipping something from the glass in front of him. At that moment, the moment he grasped the glass, I noticed the size of his hands. Then I started to examine him. His skin looked like a light brunette, and his hair looked long and pretty. His face, on the other hand, was sullen in contrast to his excitement. I found it interesting. This painting; the venue, the big (probably the biggest) table in the place, and the three people sitting at this table was a very pleasant painting to watch. I was pleased to watch this painting after a tiring day. I would just sit here and keep this satisfaction going by watching them until they leave.
I was eagerly leaning back, my arms crossed over my stomach, and watching the painting but the painting suddenly disappeared. Something black and cloth-like formed a wall between me and the painting. I started trying to see the painting by moving my head left and right. But it was unsuccessful, the black thing was so big and obstructive that it was impossible to see the painting. In order to maintain my satisfaction, I was able to think that I should get rid of whatever this wall was, and I raised my head slightly to see what was happening. Someone who is tall, long enough to touch the ceiling, and too overweight for his height is holding a paper and a pen, was asking insistently "What would you buy?". I looked and examine a little bit to see if it was the wall between the painting and me. And I noticed a black fabric apron, from waist to knees. So that barrier, the wall, was the waiter's stupid apron. For those few minutes of pondering all this, the large waiter was standing in front of me with his stupid apron, and he kept asking over and over again what I wanted to buy. I felt like I was getting bored and I wanted to continue watching the painting as soon as possible. So I decided that I had to get rid of the waiter as soon as possible, and as I thought there would be a short answer, "Water, please water." I said. I was relieved after my reply, I could see them again right now. This caused a movement in my body, but at that moment I could not give meaning to it, I thought it was because of the pleasure I had. I was eagerly staring at the point where the painting was, and all I saw was a black cloth-like wall. This time I was going to look up slightly nervously and ask what the problem was, but the big waiter was acting ahead of me, "Is it just water?". He had asked the most unnecessary and stupid question that could be asked at that moment. Maybe it wasn't like that, it might seem to me because I am eager to see the painting. But that didn't change the fact that the problem was still holding me back for the moment. This time without wasting too much time "Yes, just water." I responded like this, brought my eyes back to the point where the painting was, and started to wait. But the painting was still black, with a cloth-like wall still standing there. Extremely angry and overwhelmed, I quickly looked up and began to look into the large waiter's eyes as if asking what was wrong, why she was still there waiting. After this process, which lasted about three seconds, the large waiter turned and walked away from the table.
With the enthusiasm I felt, I placed a small smile on my face and turned my head towards the point where the painting was, but the smile on my face instantly disappeared. The painting was not like I left it. The sympathetic and lovable ones were still there, but no one was sitting in front of them. The charming boy was gone. Suddenly I felt a warmth somewhere inside my chest that I could not describe or make sense of. My body was numb, regret and anger awoke in my mind. So, because of the stupid apron of the large waiter, I couldn't watch such a beautiful and enjoyable painting? Moreover, the charming boy was gone, would he come again? I had not yet been able to memorize the structure of his hands, and I could not listen enough to what he was telling.
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