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Peniel's Point of View

I still remember where I first saw her. She was there sitting on my regular seat at my favorite cafe near by my house. She was totally spaced out, staring outside the window blankly.

When I saw she was holding a cup of caramel macchiato, I'm surprised. That's my favorite drink that I usually order, I thought of myself. I was about to ask her to sit somewhere else because she was sitting on my seat. It was usually reserved for me.

But my plan failed when she looked at me. I couldn't help but give her a small smile. I ordered a cup of frappuccino instead as I sat nowhere near my regular seat. I didn't order the caramel macchiato I used to order everytime I hang out here. She might think I was imitating her.

As I was sipping my drink, I observed at her. Giving glances at her. She never changed her position though. I can sensed she was not comfortable because it's either her first time here or she can feel I'm staring at her. I don't know.

It's obviously her first time here, I've never been seen her face before. I must say, she's so beautiful. Her highschool uniform proves that I'm older than her. But I can't see a young girl on her appearance. She just looks like a fine lady with pure elegance.

When she was about to leave, I caught her staring at me and suddenly giving me an awkward smile. What was that about?

Days have passed she kept coming back to the coffe shop, and sitting on my regular seat, ordering caramel macchiato.

Then a day came, when I sat right across where she was sitting. I joined her without asking her if it was okay or not. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I need to talk to her.

"Hello." I said, smiling. It took her a few more seconds to catch up on what just happened.

"Hi." she finally said as she sipped on her drink.

I smiled even more, making my cheeks heat up. Her voice is even more beautiful than I ever imagined.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your little alone time there. By the way I'm Peniel. Are you new here?" I held out my hand in front of her.

"Ah yeah, I'm Hayoung." she said, as she shook my hand. Her hand is so soft. I tried to stop myself on holding her that long. She might feel awkward.

"I live around this street. Your school is just around here too, right?" I asked again.

"Yeah." she answered while she finishes her drink.
"I have to go." she added, smiling at me as she stood up.

That fast?

For the past few days, I always sat right across her. At first, we we're kind of awkward. I'm asking questions about her and it's either her answer is 'Yeah' or shooking her head to answer no.

But I never got tired on our small talks. I feel like those little things I know about her are so precious.

I become more interested to Hayoung. Her beautiful face, her voice, her hand, and how weird she was in her own world. 'Love at first sight' I presumed. I smiled to myself like a love struck teenage boy. I wouldn't get tired of her. She's perfect.

I'm gonna tell her tomorrow. I thought of myself that day.

"Hayoung, I think I like you." I said starightforward not wanting to have a long speech. I just like her. That's it.
"Can I court you?" I asked.

I can see her face shocked because of my sudden confession. She tilted her head to avoid eye contact. But I can see her face blushing because of what I said earlier. I blushed seeing how cute she was.

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