The Grey-Haired

While taking a cappuccino in a cafe on a cold winter night in a business city somewhere. There was a Six-foot middle aged Grey-Haired in a black suite outside the big front glass of the coffee shop stepping from a dark blue Maybach. He was holding a luxurious handbag and a small brown wallet while entering the coffee shop.  Just on the opposite table, there was a handsome, rich looking young guy in his late twenties taking his coffee with a cigar; form the essence, one can easily tell- it was a pure Havana blend. The cigar smell filled the place.

The Grey-Haired approached him and bow with respect saying: ‘’Sir, I got you what you have forgotten in the office. Please allow me to park the car.’’. Gosh, he was the driver, his boss said nothing showing carelessness while taking the bag and the wallet. Grey-Haired drove away and returned after a while, stood outside the main entrance. His boss noticed him but never asked him to come in.

On the next table sat a pretty young woman with a red blossom in her daring dark black hair sent a smile to the boss.

She noticed him changing his watch with an Armani one from the selection in the hand bag. He smiled back. She approached his table; ‘’ Mr. Handsome,  May I?” She said.

‘’Sure, but, I am just about to leave.’’.

Grey-Haired noticed her, he stepped in very fast with a wheel chair. He was nervous while saying, ‘‘Please, leave him alone, he is in a wheel chair for five years because of a woman; he drove drunk after losing her’’.

She said, ”I can understand and I can help”. The Boss was interested: ‘’Can someone still do?’’.

”Honey, all you need is love, a unique one; I faced the same and I can feel your sufferings”.

Boss looked at the Grey-Haired who shacked his head. ‘’Boss, let us move on, no one can re-create what has been lost so far’’….no prophesy.