Atlanta And Him [BEING RE-MADE]

Two; Atlanta And Him

"Alice," I spoke in a hushed voice, my face still a blemished shade of red. Suddenly, I honestly didn't want coffee - weather it was because I didn't want to stand in line or weather I just didn't want to stand in line next to him.

His head tilted to the side as he continued. "I don't bite," he teased, humor and amusement reflecting in his eyes.

"Thank You," I murmured so quietly, that I'm not Even sure that he heard me.

Taking a quick turn on my heel, I walked hastily in the opposite direction of the StarBucks ordering stand towards the numerous amounts of shelves stocked to the brim with books. Before I was able to turn fast enough, however, I was still able to see his face as his eyebrows knitted together lower on his eyes... Concern maybe? The thought was reprimanded before it was ever really registered. It was foolish to think that a stranger would be concerned for me.

As I looked back behind my shoulder, I soon found he too was staring over his own shoulder and looking back at me. I took that last moment to really admire the way the light hit his eye - while his right eye was shrouded in darkness. Being an artist, I had to admire rare and quite frankly, beautiful things before they were out of my grasp.

Could I take a secret picture of him? It would be amazing if I Could just draw him...

I nearly laughed out loud at how crazy I sounded.

As I contemplated if I should do it and how to do it if I wanted to, I searched for the section of books that I preferred. Charolette Brònté, Jane Austin, L.M. Montgomery, were just a few of my favorite authors. As I found a copy of Anne of Green Gables, I skipped up to the counter, satisfied that something, no matter if it was a tiny book, had weighted the scale for a good day. Sure, my scale was still KINDA on the bad side, but maybe I was just being negative.

As I stalked behind a bookshelf like the super badass ninja that I am, I wanted to hide using stealth- but completely failed when I tripped over my feet and face-planted into the bookshelf that I was going to use as a hiding place. Taking my phone out of my pocket and taping on the camera app, I didn't even notice when the air behind me got still, signifying That someone was beside me.

"Are you trying to take a picture of someone in particular?" A methodic tone threataned in my ear.

Nearly wetting my fur, I jumped up, succeeding to hit my head on the upper shelf of the bookshelf I was taking cover behind. I nearly assaulted the beautiful stalker-freak as he laughed at me.

"Alice, it's okay," A soft voice cooned. So we're on a first name basis now? For the second time tonight, I found myself staring into the biggest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

I stared at Jamie for a short second, deciding what to do next. "Did you follow me?" I asked, quite intrigued and trying to ignore that fact that I feel like I got caught with my hands in the cookie jar.

He half-smiled. "By following do you mean about twelve feet? And were you trying to take a picture of me?" I was surprised to find that His voice didn't hold any menace whatsoever - he was honestly curious. He ran another long fingered hand through his disheveled black hair. His black-rimmed eyes and raven hair added to the contrast of his pale skin, making him out to look quite striking. When I didn't imediatly respond, he eyed the book behind the thin, translucent cover of the plastic bag that held it. "Anne of Green Gables - you are into the classics?" He asked, his voice appreciative.

"Yes," I answered simply, distracted. "Books made by authors today don't really appeal to me as much..." My voice trailed off as I caught myself blathering, forgetting what I was going to originally ask. "Why did you follow me?"