Irony: A Short Story

She positions herself to see who enters and leaves the bakery. She's tense, anxious. With her left hand, she is constantly stirring her long, curly black hair. With her right hand, she holds a purse attached to his body. Her deep blue eyes are reddish. Maybe she was crying, maybe it's just sleep, considering it is four o'clock in the morning and she's not asleep yet. She looks back and forth without moving her head, does not want to risk losing someone's approach. There is a subtle grinding of the front teeth, which lightly move the delicate lips. The full face is tense but still very handsome, with a small nose, fine, well-made eyebrows, big, expressive eyes, fine, delicate mouth. The forehead shows two small wrinkles caused by a constant