i'm sitting at a cafe and i see her. she is ordering a iced pumpkin latte, and she's wearing a sweater. i stare for a bit longer, she's beautiful. the way the sun is hitting her brown eyes making them look almost golden. she's laughing with the barista. she looks so happy.
just before i look back to my book she looks at me. we make eye contact, for what feels like forever. her name is called to get her drink, "Juniper" it's interesting, but beautiful it seems to suit her perfectly. she's walking my way, and asks " is this seat taken?" her voice soft and gentle. "n-no, you can sit here" i muster out. she giggles and sits down.
"i noticed that you were looking at me before?"
" oh yeah, sorry about that"
"don't be" she giggles
she's perfect.
YOU ARE READING
how much i love you
Short Storya bunch of different stories that couldn't make it into a full book :)
