Steam rose from the hot beverage to her right and a pastry next. Papers were scattered around the small round table in a mess, but she seemed to know where everything was like a perfect system only she knew. She must have been here for hours with the number of cups and plates on the paper. She looked so focused with her eyes barely leaving the transparent screen of her laptop; however, she occasionally looked down at her documents or to find something in her unorganised/organised system.
She was not even looking up to take a sip of her drink or a bite of the pastry. Her hair covered the side of her face but couldn't hide the natural beauty. She wore a loose, messy bun tied to her head with a few brunette strains rebelliously falling. The square, rounded black glasses with gold sides couldn't hide the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. She had greyish-blue eyes, almost like a storm was brewing in the sky; I would drown in them forever if I weren't careful. When she concentrated super hard, full pink lips would part slightly while narrowing her eyes.
She was sitting on the couch with the fireplace and the window to her left side; she didn't mind the kids and parents sitting and stirring and then leaving a mess behind. I knew that in 5 minutes, she would take a break and stare out the window, watching the rainfall like it was her first time seeing it. Sometimes I saw her tracing the rain on the windows or saying 'damn' as she had bet on one of the racing droplets, and they didn't win. I thought it was cute.
She wore black stockings, a brown and cream plaid pencil skirt, and black flats. She wore a white dress shirt under a green sweater with the white collar sticking out and a black coat over her shoulders. The lighting in the small café was terrible, but the natural light from the window and the firelight hit her perfectly, making her look more breathtaking.
Awaitress came up to her; the girl immediately stopped whatever work she wasdoing and started to whisper-talk with the waitress. What perfect manners. Hersmile was charming and held a sense of comfort and safety; the waitress must havesaid something funny as the girl started to laugh and shake her head. Theworker then began to pick up all the plates and cups and then left; however,the girl frowned and picked up a piece of paper; it seemed to have a circularbrown stain on it, probably from having the drink or a plate on it.
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Just Another Love Story
RomanceA girl working hard to get out of the house she has to call home meets a carefree boy who is her complete opposite. Can they understand each other? Can they find love? Author Note: I am only publishing little bits at a time. I am unsure of my writin...
