The smell of espresso does little to silence the thoughts swarming inside my brain. I made such a fool of myself, and this is only week one of my fresh start. The tears sting against my eyelids as I wish I was anywhere in the world but here, and that I was anyone in this world except myself. This was supposed to be my year, the year where I finally became popular or at the very least liked, and yet here I am at midnight crying over a cup of espresso wishing I was anyone but myself.
A scent rushes through my veins causing my cheeks to get hot and my face to feel fuzzy and without thinking twice I turn my head to see a tall, handsome man staring at me, looking at me like he knows me. He couldn't know me, I would have remembered a face like his, and yet here he is smiling, like an angel.
I stare in disbelief, and he plops down on the chair across from me, not once breaking eye contact. I clear my throat as it becomes increasingly more obvious that I was in the middle of a life crisis.
"Can I help you?" I ask, as my cheeks get hotter.
"Can I help you?" He asks rephrasing my sentence, catching me off-guard.
"I don't know what you mean?" I say, shaking my head.
He just smiles.....
That's all he does and the butterflies in my chest go crazy
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Linger
Teen Fiction18-year-old Maya Hardt is ready to start college at the university of her dreams, a fresh start, a place where nobody will know who she was in High school, somewhere safe where she hopes she can achieve the dream of fitting in and belonging. What s...
