To the impeccably blonde, sublimely tan and stylish woman that greets and decides whether to let customers into that little cafe / clothing store by soho, you are mesmerizing. And I am too afraid to tell you in person. Walking past your establishment after I pick up my food from around the corner, whether in the heat of summer or in the cold winter, sometimes you’re there, sometimes you’re not but wow do you look quite the stunner. We’ve caught each other’s eye and you’d always smile but I, unabashedly shy, just look away and trudge on through.