Short Story: What These Old Eyes Saw by Carlos Salinas

As I sat there feeling the warm vapor from the coffee caressing my face, I saw them walk in. They could not have been older than seventeen and were completely oblivious to the world around them. They quietly sat down in a booth near my table as I took a bite from my cake and watched them sit down.
They laughed and laughed. His eyes danced with hers in graceful steps, to a melody only they could hear. There was no doubt in my mind that it was beautiful music. His lips kept kissing her hand caringly as he whispered something in her ear, making her giggle.
They murmured things back and forth to each other, interrupted only by their laughter. Their tenderness with each other was something people much older than they could only hope to one day have.
I keenly observed them from my table for no other reason than sheer astonishment. How could two young people know how to love each other with such deep love? It was visible through only the smallest gestures, the smallest of words whispered in the softest of voices, the mildest of caresses given in stolen moments.
It started raining outside, as if the skies had conspired with the two young hearts. They didn’t stay long; they got up and walked to the door and before stepping out, he covered her with his jacket. He walked beside her in the rain, still smiling.
I had to record what I just saw. Searching my person, I found a piece of paper in my pocket, a list of some sort, took out my pen and began writing:
"As I sat there feeling the warm vapor…"