Squinting against the harsh glare of the suns radiance, he scans the property rental section of the local paper. His pen only leaving the corner of his mouth where its rested thoughtfully, to circle prospective accommodation. With a gentle clatter, he drops the pen onto the aluminium table top. He takes a sip from the rapidly cooling mug of coffee, too bitter. Despite the coffee shops popularity they still manage to stew their tea and scorch the coffee. Still, with such a sunny day it's outdoor seating within the centre of town offers a unique vantage point to people watch. Paper now folded in half on the table with pen resting almost parallel to it he surveys the other patrons. A middle aged couple sit to his right, dressed in almost matching knitted sweaters. Despite the fact that it is a gloriously bright day, the winter chill is starting to be felt in the air, and their position next to the buildings shoreline means they are enveloped by the clammy shadows. A crossword is passed between the two of them, although neither seem to actually speak, only the odd flash of recognition passes their faces as one realises the other has come up with the answer that had so far eluded them.
Towards the entrance to the coffee house is a lone young woman with a pushchair parked beside her seat. She bends down to ferry small continental biscuits from her saucer to the mouth of a small child sat in the pushchair. Her hand is cupped under the one holding the biscuit as it moves, presumably to stop the prior tea dunked snack from fragmenting and hitting the paved floor.
Out of nowhere a searing flash of light catches his eye temporarily blinding him. Scanning the direction from where it came his gaze rests on a stunning, slim woman. Her oversized platinum bracelet is catching the suns rays. As she lifts her arm to her mouth to wipe its corner delicately with a serviette, the flat portions of the jewellery cast dancing shards much like a disco glitter ball.
Transfixed by her adornment, it takes a moment to realise that she is looking straight at him. As his eyes catch hers momentarily she breaks into a smile and then looks back to her magazine. Feeling a flutter throughout his body he pays closer attention to her. She can't be any older than 30 and has black, obsidian like straight hair that just flicks slightly as it rests on her slender shoulder blades. He closes his eyes and captured in a freeze-frame like still is the imprint of that fleeting moment of eyes locking. Like a flare gun being fired and its aura being left on the retina, he thinks to himself to make the most of the image before its faded completely.
Opening his eyes again he can see why this was the case, she has the most incredibly deep brown eyes, large and inviting, they appear to darken to almost black as she follows the wording in the magazine. When they shimmer darker its almost like some astral powerhouse, a black hole dragging all matter inside and making it obsolete.
As she looks up toward him again, this time its his turn to smile. She picks up on this and swiftly turns away, a smudge of redness creeps over her pale cheeks.
Any embarrassment is soon superseded by the almighty cracking and rumbling noise that engulfs the area. Violent waves of sonic thumping and crashing accompany similar waves of physical force shaking the ground all around them. Cutlery and crockery is sent tumbling off table tops, chairs are scattered as people get to their feet, some of whom soon find the act of standing difficult under the conditions generated by the grinding under foot.
Wisps of dust and small chunks of masonry descend from the nearby buildings as they are rattled from their foundations upwards. In the distance the screeching of tyres can be heard, this mixes with a rising cacophony of urban sounds, the harsh shrill of car and security alarms and the shouting and screaming of the public along with shattering glass.
Almost as suddenly as it arrived, the tectonic disruption dissipates leaving the area shell shocked. Still seated where he was before he looks around the devastated area. People are starting to gather themselves and take on board just what had hit them. Buildings remain mostly intact save for minor cosmetic and glazing damage. No one seems hurt apart from the odd tumble and fall. Most of the drinkers that were sat outside have now moved on or are dusting themselves down and collecting scattered belongings. Incredibly, his table is still stood on its unsteady tripod like legs. He has a little chuckle to himself as he gathers up his pen and newspaper, as they too are still resting where he left them.
As he picks up the paper his chuckle becomes a full blown laugh and the image of the young womans gaze flashes back into his mind. He thinks to himself that anyone around would think him slightly unsound to be laughing in these conditions. But then they wouldn't have been able to see, in a shaky scrawl at the top of the newspaper, a mobile phone number, and a womans name.