Seeing Aphrodite

A few days ago, I saw something magnificent: a beautiful young woman ordering food.  She stood at the counter, back straight and head slightly elevated to read the menu high on the wall.  Her hands were placed upon the counter, one on top of the other.  She stood a few inches shorter than me and was fitfully lean.  Her jeans were cut closely to her long legs, but not so close as to look tight.  The sweater she wore fit her just as well as her jeans did.  Then there was her adorable face.  It was neither round nor angular, but perfectly defined.  She squinted slightly as she read the menu, making an expression both cute and decisive, as if she were a military leader pondering her next move.  This is what really grabbed me about her.  Not only was she incredibly attractive, she also had that rare aura of greatness.  I imagined my arms around her dainty waist, her marvellous eyes on me, our lips joined in a delicate kiss.  I only viewed her for a moment before moving on.  I knew that she would never be mine, but, like a cup of hot chocolate, it was a fine thrill.