Tonight I assumed a non-threatening image. Some sour-faced man I found on the street and possessed. Definitely no devilish good looks here. Maybe I should've picked someone more good looking, she still ran from me (after running into me on the street earlier). I don't know what I'm doing anymore, following one lousy girl in this city full of others like her. There's just something odd about her.
And I love it.
She smells like the flowers that grow outside her building and she always has a reason for everything she does. There is one thing I've been trying to do though, she's always with that guy. Jeremy? Jason? Something like that, but whatever-his-name-is has been hanging around her forever and he needs to go.
I tried to follow her, try to get a closer look into her mind but she must have noticed I was following. Jeremy walked home with her, foiling my plans once again. It's been going on for a week now, I'm surprised she only just noticed it, I'd pegged her for being a paranoid 20 year old.
I guess there's more to her than meets the eye. I can't wait to discover what it is.
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The next morning I went inside the café she liked with a newspaper and sat under the broken light in the corner, there was a perfect view of the girl from where I was sitting. Jerry– Jackson– Jared asked to take my order. I've never had coffee before, I just ordered what I'd been hearing her get all week. Some type of sugar concoction from what I could tell. Jeffrey left to make it and I watched her again as her eyebrows creased, she tilted her head at something on her computer.
I was going to stand up and pretend to throw something away while peeking at what was wrong on her device, to be irritated by the same thing she was, but Jake had other plans. He sauntered back quickly, carrying what looked like a pile of whipped cream in a cup.
He held up the 'drink'.
"Gotta say, didn't think of you as someone who'd drink one of these," He glanced around, then whispered, "I think they're too sugary but you do you."
I took the cup from his hand and twirled the straw wrapper in my hands. How does he always manage to appear at the exact wrong time? So annoying. His timing wasn't the only thing bothering me, I sat in that stupid coffee shop for three hours before there was any sign of movement anywhere. Jackie started sweeping near my table and every so often I would see him look up at me.
Finally, I'd had enough, "What?"
"She's single," He said, not even looking up from the crumbs on the floor. "Her name is Dionne. She's an author and my best friend."
This time he did look up, and it was the first time I actually paid attention, "If you like her you should go talk to her, I've noticed you looking at her all day. But if you hurt her, you'll be answering to me."
Yeah right, like he'd last a second against me.
I looked at her again and Jonah followed my gaze, leaning against the broomstick in his hand.
"Dionne," I breathed. "Who are you?"
