This Is My Song

I'm Grayson

Connor Grayson, Tuesday afternoon

I WAS at a cafe eating a giant chocolate chip muffin and vanilla milkshake. Usually my favourite but didnt really enjoy it this time. Think I'm just not in it today. Or maybe it's the cafe.

When I'm alone in public I like analysing people. Age, where they're going, what they're about do and creepily... even their thoughts. Like I was looking at this old woman. She seemed so content with life yet so upset at something at the same time. She took her time eating that biscuit. Literally though, she took at least half an hour. There were so many different people....

So when this girl walked in.. I was really curious.

Its not just the fact that she was beyond beautiful or how she looked in that summer dress. It's the fact that she walked in with an irresistible smile on her face and she walked with so much confidence. I think she could feel me staring because she looked over at me and I gave a smile which I think was a bad idea because two seconds later she was on the floor with her bag and papers were spread across the floor.

I hesitated to get up, wondering if I should pretend it never happened for her sake but instead, I quickly got up and helped her pick up her things.
"Thank you so much. That was so embarrassing."
I could tell she was blushing even though she wearing that powder stuff.
"Its not a problem, really."
I handed her the last piece of paper and stood up.

"Did you want to come and sit with me? I need some company anyways."

"I need to be somewhere but maybe another time. Sorry."

"No not at all, it's fine. See you around..." I said, hoping to get her name.

"Claudia. And you?"

"Connor. Grayson. Well.. together like.. Connor and Grayson, Connor Grayson. My name is Connor."
She giggled and gave me this look. I don't know, it was strange. I smiled awkwardly because she stared for a while.

"Right then.. you better get going."

"Yes.. right... yes."
She gave me a quick smile ordered her coffee and left without a glance.

She was tall, but not taller than me. She walked in long strides wearing her high top converses. She wore her hair up high in a knot with bits sticking out everywhere. She was pretty.. like really pretty.

I wonder if I'll bump into her again.