"If love was a sin, we both are found guilty"
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Amara, a kind soul that got in with the wrong crowd. She knows the feeling of pain, and loneliness. But affect...
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"There you go"
"Thank you" Her sweet voice travels through the diner. It's a busy day today with a lot of people ordering and waitresses carrying around food, the chefs working their asses of and customers eating their food.
It's been five days since I saw those grey eyes and I still can't get them out of my head. It's like they are imprinted inside my skull.
Those eyes with such coldness but so much to hide and reveal.
With my head in the clouds I don't look where I walk, I come to an fast stop as I crashes into someone.
"Oh, I am so sorry" Redness makes it onto my face as I look down at their clothes to see them drenched in whatever was on my tray and as I gets down to the floor to pluck up what he or she dropped. I want the ground to swallow me whole. Standing up with their phone in hand, looking up to meet the person I embarrassed myself for my breathing stops.
Mystery guy.
Those grey eyes staring right at me, with his hands in his black trousers and a black dress shirt now drenched covered by a black suit.
This guy seems to love black.
Getting lost in his eyes and tuning out everything around us, it's only him and me.
Everything else is a blur.
Those eyes, that have been through chapters of lives but each time losing something.
I could disappear in those eyes and never return.
A cough breaks me from my thoughts and I look at him, redness creeps onto my cheeks as he just walks by and not sparing me another glance. I just embarrassed myself even more, why do I exist?
Why am I so weird?
Shaking my head at my actions, hoping that my embarrassment would not come back again.
Looking back to see if he was there, but no. He was nowhere in sight and I can't help but feel a tug at my heart. You just met the guy. What the hell are you on?
My inner thoughts tell me, trust me I have no clue as to why I feel some sort of way about mystery guy.
Just reaching the counter to see if anybody of my coworkers need help, a busy day and sounds coming from everywhere.
"Here Amara!" Turning around to be met with Emily.
"Can you take table six's order, everyone else is attending others?"
"Sure" I walk towards table six, taking out my notebook and pen as they start ordering. It's a small family with one little boy who wants pancakes with syrup. Never heard of that one before. (Note the sarcasm)
After taking their order, I leave their table taking along the menu's with a small smile on my face and walks towards the kitchen to put up the note of table six written in the corner of the paper.
