The Lady in Red

It was during the usual burning afternoon in the city when the blonde lady in sleeveless, knee-length bright red dress prodded the pavement with her matching red stiletto. Heads, of the pedestrians and car drivers alike, turned to be dazzled by her tall and imposing hour-glass figure. The police officer 10 meters away, jaw dipped, nudged his colleague with his elbow, in what appeared to be “a guy thing”. The shopkeepers nearby, with their wandering eyes, trailed her seemingly pleasurable and poised stroll, looking every bit as bewitched and bewildered as the rest of the lucky gentleman.

Only one man, appearing out of nowhere from the west side of the street, hunched his back and confined his vision to the pavement ground, as if counting his every steps. For every two steps he took, his hawk eye swung into a panoramic excursions to glimpse the lady in the red. And until the lady in red vanished into a building, he never would stand straight nor look openly.