Until we meet again

Chapter One/The First Time

Ashley
I was just sitting there on the bench of the park nearest to my house. It was cold but I was wearing black tights under my red wide jeans to keep me warm and several colored shirts with funny patterns under my bright green puffer jacket with a funny rainbow striped scarf and a matching hat to it, and a pair of brown cowboy boots with fluffy lining inside so that the strong freezing wind wasn't bothering me. I looked on the other side of the park to see a man just sitting there drawing into a small little black book. He was wearing a dark suit with a brown trench coat. He seemed stressed, so I stood up from the bench and walked over to where he was sitting.
"Hey." he looked up at me with a look that would have killed me instantly but I sat down beside him to see what he was up to.
"What are you drawing?" I asked him while trying to get him to focus on me
"It's none of your business." he responded while trying to move further away from me. I realised he wanted me to stand up and let him alone, but that wasn't going to happen. I instead moved even closer to him, I moved so close that I could feel his body temperature on my skin.
"Are you not cold?" I asked him, trying to get him to focus on me again. He looked at me and his eyes were cutting into my heart like a big knife. His eyes were gorgeous, they were big and made him look really nice. They looked like the deep dark ocean that you could stare into for hours trying to see little fish swim in it.
"No."He started packing up all of his pencils, papers and rulers, then stuffed them all in a weird leather bag that looked like it was from the 1900s.
"What's your name? I asked him, trying to stop him from leaving. I wanted to get to know him better. He seemed like a good person.
"Alex." he responded with a cold tone in his voice. He then stood up, turned around to get one last look at me and walked away. I sat there for a long time trying to process what had just happened. It wasn't anything special but I have never been able to go to someone and try to start a conversation, it's just not a thing I would do. I am more of a shy person than anything. I don't really like talking to people unless I have known them for a while or they are introduced to me by my family or only friend Emma. I have known Emma for years now, we met in 5th grade. She now tells me she thought i was a very weird and crazy person when we first met, I can honestly barely remember my first thought about her but i probably just thought she was nice and had a nice style. Emma is a beautiful and confident woman. She has long and silky black hair and bangs covering up her perfectly symmetrical eyebrows.Hey eyes are really dark, they are as dark as obsidian that shine in the light. She has gorgeous dark skin with little white spots on her entire body. She has Vitiligo but this doesn't stop her from anything. She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. Even with all of the disgusted looks she gets on a daily basis she still wears whatever she wants and feels comfortable in. no matter if it shows her white spots or not.
I walked into the store Emma worked in with some new drama, well it isn't really drama but I always tell her about everyone I see. This time though I was actually able to speak to the person. I usually just stare at them until they notice and get scared. Emma worked in a fancy clothing store where they sell suits and fancy dresses. It wasn't really my style because everything in the store was so dark and I am more into colours but I once bought this dark green satin dress just so they wouldn't throw me out of the store. I also don't really like this store because the only people that shop here are old snobby people that have nothing better to do with their lives than spend hundreds of dollars on clothes. I walked closer to her trying to show her that I needed to tell her something with my eyes. I realised that that didn't work after she looked at me with the most confused look ever. I then just said.
"Omg! Emma, I did It."
"What did you do?" she asked, slightly concerned.
" nothing special I just talked to this one guy at the park"
" You talked to a guy! What is he like? Did you have a conversation" she was talking so quickly I could barely understand her. She was just asking me questions about him when I just decided to give in and answer them all.
"Well he has dark long hair and beautiful dark blue eyes, he looked at me and OMG my heart stopped, well I saw him at the park you know I was writing a new poem and i was looking for some inspiration but then I saw him and i felt something, I don't know I had this feeling that I just had to talk to him he seemed like such a nice person when I saw him, but when i was trying to start a conversation he was just really dry, he was basically trying to end the conversation. His name is Alex. I don't know his last name though+üä- At one point I started just mumbling to myself but then I saw Emma sinning on a table waiting for me to say more. She gave me a questioning stare as if asking "Is that is?" and I just frowned because that was really all that happened.he started talking about work and any other stuff we could come up with until we were interrupted by the bell that rings every time someone enters the store. It is a really loud ring that could give you a headache after hearing it twice. Emma looked at the door and stood up and excused herself.
" Sorry, I really need to take care of this customer. He is a usual shopper here and has ordered a new suit." I turned around at that statement to see who he was and when I saw him I was shocked to see alex. My eyes flew wide open and my jaw literally dropped. Was this fate? I heard his voice from across the room. It was deep and warm, I could listen to it all day.
" Hello Emma, I am here to pick up my order."
"Of course, please take a seat while I go and get it."
He saw me looking at him and decided to sit beside me, this time he started the conversation.
"Are you stalking me?" he asked me honestly, he was seriously asking me that question.
"Why would I stalk you? I have only seen you once." he then looked me right into the eyes and lowered his voice
" I come to this shop every week and I have never seen you in here, and speaking the truth you do not look like you would ever shop here." he looks me up and down. He seemed mad. Or maybe he just always looks like this? I doubt it.
" Emma is my friend. I come sometimes to visit her." in the exact moment I said that, emma came out of a room in the back of the store where they keep the stuff for special people. She looked at me and then at Alex who was sitting so close to me that you could think we were in the store together. I could see that Emma realised that it was him I was talking about 5 minutes ago. And I could also see the smirk she was trying to hide.i will be honest I was happy that I now knew he shopped here because. Emma has all of his information registered on the computer, so if I ever want his number and I am too scared to ask him myself I will just ask her, and I Know she will give me his number because she is that type of friend that will always want you to find the love of your life, which in this case I don' think it is, but it could be fun.