He slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom of the café and closed the door behind him. She took a quick glance around the café, with nobody noticing, She decided this was her chance. She strolled over to his table, trying to not seem suspicious, and sat in his chair. She took another glance to see if she had aroused any unwelcome suspicion, she felt safe enough to do the deed. He left his book and his coffee picture perfect, one would almost expect to see it in a magazine advert for good quality coffee. Curiously she flicked to the first page of the leather bound book. 'This Book Belongs To: Jack Peterson'. She turned the page and read on.
'I will never understand why I ended up this way or what the reason was for. I'll never understand why this world is full of chaos. I'll never understand someone else and they will never understand me. I will not understand love or hate. But most of all I will never understand life.'
His Initials were signed at the bottom. She observed how his hand writing was messy but beautiful, as if he had his own little chaos right there on his page. She noticed The way he flicked his cursive R's and drew only a simple straight line for his I's. She turned to the next page to find pressed flowers all over it. Some new, some old, some that only just fitted on the page. She heard the bathroom door swing open and She closed the book, returning to her table, unnoticed. She watched as he packed his book into his bag and put on the shoulder strap, he grabbed his coffee and walked out the café door.
She wasn't stalking him. She was just... observing, as many do. She was fascinated by him. He looked like an interesting person. He would only ever write in his small book, His small leather book that he carried everywhere with him. She so badly wanted to see every page and sentence and every little mistake he crossed out in that book and find out why it was so important to him. She left about 10 seconds after he did and She walked behind him on the street.
After a while he turned the corner and entered the building to his apartment. She kept walking about 2 blocks further and made it to her own apartment. She have a cozy little apartment, there isn't much in it but it still meant a lot to her. She have her cat (Luna), her books, her plants, her small kitchen and her mattress in the corner. This is home.
She's lived in New York for roughly 18 months . She was accepted into film school 10 months ago and She's been working part time at a well paying job at a small library. Her life revolves around writing, poetry, reading and music. She have a few friends at film school. They all have their hobbies and their obsessions. Alyssa's changes quite regularly, but the one Shes stuck on is Jack Peterson, he goes to her film school as well. Jacks odd and very quite. He seems like an introvert. Alyssa's challenge is talking to him, but that's every ones challenge, Jack doesn't talk to anyone. He always sits alone at lunch and writing or drawing in his book in class. He's always unnoticed by people, well except for Alyssa, she's noticed him.
Shed liked to get to know him.
Hopefully She will.
