Clipped Wings

Perfectly Perfect

It was a crisp autumn afternoon, the red, yellow and orange leaves began to soar gracefully from the maple trees; the wind causes them to dance together before rustling on the pavement ground.
It was an average day, like any other for Samara. She walks hand in hand with her Mother, as her Father saunters ahead of them.
The Carrington's are what you would call a stereotypical family. The Father was strict, overprotective and cherished his family more than anything else. The Mother is nurturing, soft spoken and graceful. Her long tresses are a medium ash blonde, ending just below her waist. She is best known to wear a gentle smile that makes everyone around her feel at ease. Her eyes are a cool misty grey, complimenting her pale complexion quite well.
Samara was most similar to her Mother in appearance, she has her eyes and slender face; although she does share some characteristics with her father as well. She has his chocolate brown hair and a bright smile with dimples on each side of her cheek.  
Everyone seemed to love the Carrington's. The family were close friends with all their neighbours, knew all the small towns people by name. They were polite, sophisticated, eloquent and simply charming to say the very least.
"Mara, would you like to get something to eat" her father asks, turning towards the two. Beau was a former military man and been deployed in Afghanistan a year before his baby girl was born. Eleanora had begged him to stay once he had come back home, she wanted her daughter to have a father figure in her life, his work was perilous. It didn't take much convincing, as he already had been contemplating it. The military had pulled out of Afghanistan completely at the time. He had served for 5 years on duty and 3 years off. The stress of it all, had begun taking a toll on him. Upon looking in his Daughters innocent pale grey eyes, his choice had already been made.
Beau had taken 5 years off to be a full time parent, this way he could take care of his family.
Now that Samara would be attending Kindergarten this year, both the parents decided that it would be in both their best interest to start looking for work. Beau had recently started working as a forensic technician and Eleanora would be working part time as a nurse practitioner in the next couple of weeks. They didn't need the money, but are wanting to focus on their careers while their little one was attending school.
"Yes please" Samara nods, she was getting a little famished from their late afternoon stroll. "Why don't we check out the cute little coffee shop on 50th street?" Eleanora suggests pouting her lips at Beau, knowing full well he was a sucker for that face."Of course my love" Beau gave her a quick peck on the lips and started off in front of them, crunching the fall leaves beneath his black combat boots.

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"Heres the two coffees and the orange juice for you my dear" the waitress hands Samara her juice with a warm smile that reminds her much of her moms. "Thank you" she grins from ear to ear.
Once the families food was served, the little girl felt an unsettling feeling, as though she was being watched. Samara's eyes meet with a young man who appears to be in his early 20's. She recognized him from somewhere, however she couldn't put her finger on it. The tall, rugged man abstains from averting his gaze, and continues to watch her closely. This causes Samara's cheeks to heat up, flushing a bright pink.
How long had he been sitting there?
The stranger has soft wavy curls that are a deep chestnut brown, along with sharp eyes that are an olive green. He would have almost looked cordial, if it wasn't for his intense, deep, gaze.
"Mara, why haven't you touched your food?" Beau asks, analyzing her warily. He noticed that his daughter had grown silent. Something obviously was bothering her.
"That man... he wont stop staring at me" Samara quivers, refusing to look up from her plate, much too afraid to look him in the eyes again.
Beau glances over the room with a puzzled expression on his face. "I don't see anyone." Samara peeks at the table across from them once more, but this time she wasn't met with the young mysterious looking man.
Had she just imagined it?
"Oh" is all she can manage to mutter in response. Samara tries to forget about the man and begins to eat her sandwich. Eleanora was quick to change the topic, and proceeds to talk to her husband about how excited she was for little Mara to attend school in the morning.