Springtime - the wonderful time of the year in the Mediterranean region when the Sun has started warming the Earth with its rays, while at the same time there is this light, cool breeze that balances everything out. It was the 20th of April and the small bar restaurant was full of people sitting outside and soaking in the last moments of sun before sunset. It was a cosy place, mainly attractive for its convenience supporting a nice neighbourhood with residents of all sorts of people, like young students in the more densely zoned part and some more well-off families on top of the small hill. Not too posh, not too cheap either, the bar was a good fit for the location.
Sonia and Manos were working in the bar and usually handled the shift together as they were a couple for 3 years in their early twenties. Evidently still in their "honeymoon" period, they loved working with each other and spending all their free time together, going out with friends, cooking at home, making love and exploring new places in the city or venturing out to the countryside nearby. Money was not exactly pouring out of their pockets, so they had to be thoughtful of that.
Manos was the athletic type, the guy that spent hours and hours in basketball courts perfecting his physical condition in terms of stamina and form, all while improving his mentality. Not easily accepting a loss, making failure a lesson, there was a lot of self-confidence and that showed when he was touching sensitive topics of discussion with his friends, making him somewhat direct and absolute. His height being 6'3 and with a nice build for a 22 year-old, it wasn't uncommon for him to be the target of subtle flirting from young girls in college or in the bar. However, he wasn't dumb to make Sonia angry with jealousy, so he was defusing the tension with some light joking. Little did he know that the aggressors were only going deeper in their crush, but quickly retreated when they saw his girlfriend.
Sonia was this weird combination of a girl who is the earthly, beautiful type when you looked at the first time, but a total knock-out when you had the second glance which turned inevitably into a stare. Manos was a reasonably handsome young fella, but Sonia was way out of his league. She was out of a lot of leagues to be fair. If it wasn't her low-key personality, she could be one of the young ladies that generate interest on social networks with risqué pictures explicitly advertising moisturizing creams, sunscreens and jewellery. She was a brunette with a dark tint on her long hair and almond eyes, both in shape and colour. These eyes were the centre of attention for any human being when she wasn't dressed to impress. This wasn't happening easily though, as she cared about her clothes and even at her casual times, Sonia was still looking as if she was part of a magazine spread. She was about 5'8 tall which definitely gave her some presence however not when she was close to Manos so frequently she resorted to high heels to get on his sight broadcast. Sonia was not model skinny but slender and with curves in all the right places. Maybe the curves were more pronounced than expected for a modest 22 year old, but she was appreciative about them as was Manos.
That evening the only table in the cafe indoors was hosting a family of 4, a couple with two little girls. One would guess that Mom and Dad chose indoors in order to have the kids running around in an empty cafe if they felt like it, far from annoyed people enjoying their drink. The little one was about 2 years old, light-brown hair and smiley face, a bit clumsy but happily loud occasionally. The older one was around 6 years old, long darker hair, getting to the stage of a girl rather than an infant. Nice clothes, neat hair, a bit of ladylike movements but overall the normal, vivid girl you would expect, dancing, running, playing jokes with her sister and parents.
Looking at the Dad, you could see a slim figure, someone that obviously had athletic tendencies and still kept in shape. He was actively chasing the kids when they veered off the table, picking up the little rascal on his shoulders, dancing to unknown beats and pretending to attack the older one who screamed happily with a note of fear that he would indeed bite. Dad was about 6'0 tall, a bald, shaved head and a nice salt & pepper beard as if his hair decided to migrate from the top to the bottom half of his head. His eyes were vivid and complimented his smile and laughs with his family which took up almost 50% of his time.
While Dad wouldn't typically be considered dream material, Mom was actually bringing her tent in dreamland and camping there for a long time. A lot of platinum, almost gray blonde highlights on her natural dark brown long hair graced her face which was a sculpture from the Golden Ages. Two large brown eyes framed by well-shaped eyebrows, a long, straight nose that was beautifully crafted by nature and a pair of juicy lips that surrounded a large smile. Her high cheeks and elegant, long neck were giving her a high class sign. Her casual clothing that day, sporting a pair of figure-hugging blue jeans, sugar white and gold sneakers and a tight t-shirt with a bolero on top was presenting a 5'7 140lbs body with a form that would make a lot of soon-to-be moms optimistic. Womanly legs, a large round butt that wouldn't quit and a chest that looked ready for any breastfeeding task, protruding enough to announce that even though she had two already, it was a matter of timing to feed two more. And the attraction to breed was strong to any male with blood pumping through the veins to their penis.
The little lady walked up to the bar where Sonia was making a pit stop between orders, restored eye contact with her and talked to her calling her some inconceivable words and also "mama." Sonia, a romantic soul who loved babies, playing a lot with her baby cousins not so long ago, put the widest smile on her face, made her eyes big like dough and responded "I'm not mama, your beautiful mom is standing right there and we will run to her together." Rascal smiled, got the point and started walking quickly to Mom while shouting words that sounded like baby-Viking war cries.
Mom heard what Sonia said and responded with a silent lip movement "oh why thank you," but Sonia was struck by lightning: which god has given that glow to the face of this lady? How could she have two kids that are joyous but quite active and still operate the fountain of life from her eyes? How can she have this when she gets to her age? Actually what is Mom's age? Sonia would guess that Mom is about 33 while Dad is a bit over 40.
A few minutes later, the family decided to abort and probably go home to prepare the kids for sleep. Manos walks up to pick up the table and sees a tip with a note by neat, female handwriting: "you made a poor mom's day, you are absolutely gorgeous, thank you so much". He brought it to Sonia, she blushed a little but her heart was filled with warmth and her stomach with butterflies...a crush?
Fast forward two and a half months later to July 1st. An easy night for the bar as it was already beach season, so the heatwave made people stay in their air-conditioned houses or travel to somewhere cooler, close to forests and sea that surrounded the place.
Manos and Sonia were sharing the night shift again and while being utterly bored, ready for their few drinking customers, Manos sees Mom and Dad entering the air conditioned room. It was already 21.00, but 32 degrees outside was still tough for eating dinner, so they decided to hop in.
Styling for them was up one or two levels compared to last time. Dad was wearing a dark green shirt and khakis, smart shoes, beard trimmed and a premium looking watch. Mom on the other hand was again a sight to behold. Hair tied in a high chignon with one lock falling as a sidebar to her exquisite face. Sizable diamond earrings took advantage of the hair being up. Classy smokey eyes, slight contour on her high cheekbones, carefully pencil-defined nude lips. Her make-up was definitely there, not really discreet, but it was a masterpiece altogether and enthusiasts like Sonia would be applauding. The blue maxi dress with the sexy slit on the right leg and her nude leather high-heeled sandals made her tan glow. With the extra 4 inches she was almost on par with Dad but due to the long dress, her figure looked taller than him.
Walking a few steps of self confidence towards Sonia, Mom holding her little purse stopped a few steps before her and put her best smile on, showing her white teeth that were a tad larger in the front, something that was her signature, not disrupting but more of a characteristic. Sonia is in half-awe and Mom breaks the silence by these words:
"Hey, I hope you remember me and my girls, my name is Nina. I wanted to tell you many thanks for putting up with them running around that time. You are so sweet and a gorgeous young lady. Your boyfriend should be proud."
