I'll always sing for you

Chapter 4 His Eyes

His eyes, a sea of pain. I'm left wishing I knew how to take the hurt away.  

Ordering a simple coffee, while knowing he was so close, was like a one year old trying to talk.

I stuttered- "Uh, ye- yeah. Rose latte' pl- please."

The bitchy looking blond barista practically rolled her eyes, as she typed it in.

I payed, my hand shaking as I inserted the card. I messed up Aunt Marcy's pin the first time, still on edge. The blond girl did roll her eyes this time. I took the card, and sat down, slightly shaking at the only vacant table I could find. One just over from him.

Why was I so nervous, you ask? Oh, because of cutest boy I'd ever seen in my life, sitting at a booth alone, had made direct eye contact with me upon entering the shop.. He'd looked away fast, going back to whatever he was writing in a small journal before him. He'd had a crease in his brow and an adorable frown on his lips. His hair was midnight black, slightly curly, and hung just above his eyes. Oh, but his eyes! They were the lightest shade of blue; so blue they all but glowed.

If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't looked at me again since I'd walked in, I would have been melting more then when outside in the California sun.

He was hot, basically. So not important though, of course. It wasn't like he was looking back at me anymore! Oh, wait.

He looked up just as I had this thought, making eye contact again. He smiled, and my heart started to beat like the attack of the Jack hammers.

I was nearly swooning. Who was this guy, that mere good looks could have such an effect? But alas, I for one know, looks are not everything. He was most likely a jerk. In fact, I should turn away and ignore him, before he decided to try and charm my pants off. It had been done before, and I would be done again. Right?

Except, I couldn't look away. His eyes were staring into my soul like he knew every thought fear and feeling I'd ever had!

Then, his frown returned and he darted his eyes back to the notebook he had in front of him.

I turned away to, finally sipping my coffee with a deep frown on my face. It was delicious, with real Rose oil and thick cream. I could barely enjoy it though.

I glanced up again at him, sighing a small pathetic sigh. Then, a loud voice snapped me back to reality.

"Excuse me?" I looked up. Some large lady with her hands on her hips, stood in front of me, scowling darkly.

"I was sitting there. That's my bag." She pointed at the other seat, where sure enough, there lied a full yellow purse I hadn't noticed.

"Sorry." I stood, more nervous then before. The place was packed, and I had no where else to sit.

The crowd was honestly giving my anxiety, and the cute boy definitly wasn't helping. I wanted to stay. Wanted to stare into those blue eyes all day knowing I'd never actually do anything about the attraction, because hey, I wasn't exactly as confident as Taylor Swift. But just day dreaming was good enough. Except that led back to problem one; nowhere to sit.

I went to walk out. Home wasn't too far, as long as the sun didn't kill me before I got there.

"Hey." Another voice said loudly. I turned slowly. The boy himself, the hot one, had stood up and was looking at me. He had a funny little smile. Almost unsure. Almost shy... It was adorable.

"You can sit here. I was just finishing up." He said, messing up his already messy hair with an awkward frown still planted on his face.

His frappe was clearly untouched, and I highly doubted that he was actually almost finished with the table. I walked over there anyway, giving my most confident smile, that really wasn't confident at all.