you're a young priestess falling in love with a Greek god

chapter 1

There he stood, hands far deep in his pockets as he gracefully made his way towards the small coffee shop on the corner , his eyes a sort of two-colour tone of golden browns and a sort or Forrest green and blue around the edges, just so elegant, his voice so gentle but asserted authority as he ordered "the same as last time" he giggled , i didn't know my knees could feel so weak as i tried to play it cool. Finding a place to settle i hold a slither of coffee in my mouth as it warms up the cracks in my heart, i think to myself 'is this really it , could he be the one to answer all my prayers', he extends his hand to pass me the sugar. How sweet of him to offer things to a complete stranger. I smile and shake my head , trying to be polite about my figure. After some time, he looks at me and says "Leroy", i almost don't hear it because i was too invested in the coffee i was holding, "Leroy, that is my name". ahh the gentleman has a name, i return the gesture with a nod, he frowns waiting for me to tell him my name.

"Mia, is the name you're looking for " i remark to him, giving him the purest of grins a man could ever receive. We shared our interest in cars from the colors to the purrs of different engines and most importantly which car movie is better, the kinds of conversations that make you turn you head as it makes its way past you. Our passion for animals both big and small and the good old debate about what combination of coffee is the best. we come to the agreement that ice coffee is always a safe choice. you make a move to leave but refrain when you see the look on my face almost like the glistening in a newborn puppy's eyes who's got a fear of abandonment. you offer your hand to me as i slide off the tall chair i had so easily perched myself on just moments ago. i say my goodbyes and fix the strands of my fringe that cover the bruise to the side of my face. your smile turns to a look of anger like gasoline had been poured on a fire waiting to be ignited inside you. i drop my eyes to the ground and make my way back to my car. the last safe space i have besides the watchful eyes of the moonlight i take comfort in lately.