Happy Birthday

The dullness of the dark, dingy coffee bar was amplified by the dull, greyness that enveloped the place coupled with the dull, old blues of the dull, old 60's playing on the dull, grandfatherly radio. I see not a smile on any face. But then, something happened. The door opened, held ajar by a soft and tender bangled hand. The cool breeze blew in, bringing with it a whiff of freshness and a faint, intoxicating scent. She stepped in, a smile on her face, a sparkle in her eyes, her locks cascading and wavy, swinging playfully to the breeze. So beautiful, like an angel in pink. MY angel in pink. All I could say when her eyes met mine was.....
"Happy Birthday to u"