David and Rose .

Rose.

I stood there for a moment staring at the seat he once occupied, I was confused and frustrated beyond belief from the fact that I hadn't had the chance to talk to the mysterious boy and I will probably never see him again. I mean this is San Francisco, there is no way for me to find this boy, I didn't even know his name. I wanted to get my mind off of things and get rid of these feelings stirring inside me so I stood up from my booth and left the coffee shop. I didn't have my car because I lent it to my roommate so I had to walk, it was only a little chilly because of the afternoon breeze but I was warm due to my soft gray sweater. I knew the perfect place to help me escape, it was where I spent most of my time, the library.

As I walked through the huge double doors I bumped into someone, I didn't even look up but I could tell it was the librarian because of her well known brown shoes. I just muttered a quick sorry and continued on my way, I was a bit irritated because the whole way there all I could think of was his full lips and how I wanted to kiss him while I ran my fingers through his mop of hair, that looked so soft. Stop! I don't want to think about him anymore, its just stirring up all my emotions I need something to take me away from here, from everything. I made my way to my usual spot, a little love seat type chair that was a soft leather design and was a navy blue with little dots around the edges, it was next to a huge bookshelf that no one went to and a little lamp on the other side. I picked up the book I was in the process of reading for two days now, I knew no one came to this end of the library because I would leave books here and they wouldn't move from their spot.

At the moment I was reading Paper Towns by John Greene, I was excited to read this book because I heard a lot about it and it seemed really interesting so I got comfortable then opened it up. As my book did the trick and I got lost in the characters' world I didn't think about coffee shop boy for a while, for two hours to be exact. When I started to get a kink in my neck I decided to give it a break, I dog-eared the page I was on then got up to take a walk and stretch out my limbs. There were a lot of windows there so when I was taking a break from reading I would like to take a walk around the library and watch the scenery pass by at the speed I went. Sometimes I would speed up then slow down, just to entertain myself, the area outside the library was always so beautiful. My favorite thing about it was the huge cherry blossom tree that sat in the middle of it all, it seemed like all the other trees and bushes went outwards from the cherry tree, facing upwards like they all looked up to it. This was the most beautiful thing to me.

About seven minutes later I had the urge to get lost within the book realm again so I made my way back to my seat and got my book. As I read I pulled out my little grey notebook that I took everywhere, this was my third favorite thing in the world. In this small book I wrote down my most pressing thoughts, quotes out of books that I really liked, and reminders. I wrote about three quotes down before I got lost in the book. I was beginning to really like this book, it was worth the excitement and talk. Although I did start to get uninterested after a while so I just looked down at the book and tried to decide what I would do after this.

There wasn't much to do considering it was a Sunday afternoon and I was alone. I figured I would just go back to my apartment, take a hot bath, read a book, order Chinese food, then go to bed. I was going to finish another chapter in my book before I left but I ended up reading three and I was halfway through the fourth when I heard someone clear their throat. I stopped for a minute trying to figure out who that could be. Like I said no one ever comes to this side of the library let alone talk to me, so I was very confused. I looked up slowly, at first I saw maroon, shiny boots, then black, tight-fitting pants, then a grey sweater with a white t-shirt underneath, the sweater was much like my own just a men's version. Finally, I made it up the full length of this person and there it was, those full pink lips, teal eyes, and mop of brown hair... it was coffee shop boy.

hey. so what do you think of that. i think its longer but i really wanted it to end there so i don't know. i hope you like it. thanks. The picture to the side is rose again .