Heelers and the Arabs

Dublin 9pm. Savouring the atmosphere in the cultural heart of this city. That is to say, in the Starbucks Cafe near Trinity College.
There are two Arab girls sitting at an adjoining table.
They are dressed in their traditional style: all in black, dresses to the ankles, scarves covering their hair.
Occasionally they glance my way.
Lovely calm spirits.
They linger for an hour after they've finished their coffees.
The hour passes all too quickly for me.
When they stand up, it is with an indescribable languid grace.
At the door the taller one turns back to me, and gives the frankest of smiles.
A smile that is part a thank you, part a goodbye, and part a sensual celebration of herself.
The door closes behind them.
They are as beautiful as any women I've ever seen.