He found himself yet again stuck in the same position. Standing in front of the glass door bordered with chestnut wood, beholding a large wooden sign with the words OPEN neatly painted on. He was contemplating his decision. Should he do it? Was this a smart idea? What if he makes a fool of himself? He could sense the looks he was getting from people passing by. What was this young man doing in front of the door of a coffee shop? Why did he look so nervous? He could practically read their minds, and yet it didn't matter as he found his arms moving on their own reaching over to open the heavy door revealing the mellow atmosphere of the coffee/book shop. Oh boy. What had he just gotten himself into. He glanced around, hands starting to sweat a bit as he made his way over to line in which people stood to place their orders of fancy coffee with whipped cream and some pastry he'd never heard of. Some might think of him to be socially awkward or to have a fear of the public at first glance. Which was quite the contrary. He was a marketing manager which was pretty much a job in which you had to be able to talk to a group of middle-aged men in expensive suits to give him thousands of dollars to fund whatever idea he had.
And yet here he was in the little cafe on Fifth and Harmony looking like a lost child. Finally it was his turn to order which he was completely not ready for. He ordered the first thing he saw on the menu due to lack of preparedness and made his way to an isolated table by the window lit by the rays of the sun.
And then he saw her.... her straight mouse brown hair, gently tucked behind her pale ears. She sat there reading a different book than last week's, completely immersed in whatever story the author painted. She lifted the coffee cup that sat in front of her up to her rosy pink lips. At that moment everything stopped. All he could see was her and nothing else. She was a flower in the middle of a field of wheat. He stared for what seemed like hours until he was broken from his trance by the waitress bringing him his order of what seemed like steamed milk mixed with coffee drizzled with melted chocolate. His face turned incalescent, growing hotter by the minute as he noticed the suggestive look the waitress gave him. It was true he came here for this beautiful girl that he never even got the chance to speak to. He was too nervous to even approach her. But it was okay since he enjoyed being able to just simply drown in her being from afar. He hadn't noticed he had been staring again until a pair of hazel brown eyes looked back at his gray ones. His heart beat a thousand miles per minute as the corners of her mouth slowly lifted to a shy smile. He quickly looked around him for something, anything to make himself look busy which failed as he reached for a magazine but held it upside down. A soft giggle escaped the girl's lips and he swore it sounded like angels singing in his ears. He sat there in awe at how cute and fragile she looked with her eyes turned into crescents. All of his endless hours of escapism were fulfilled in this split second. And suddenly he felt as if though he were dreaming as she got up from her position to make her way way over to the empty seat across from him. "Hi I couldn't help but notice your Beyond the Boundaries tshirt. I'm a fan of Quinn's." He sat there still processing the situation and in amazement at how someone could have such a melodic voice. "Silly me. You probably think me odd, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Macy." She held out her small slender hands that perfectly matched her petite structure. He began to tartle, forgetting his own name as he grasped her hand with his rough and large one. "Andy." "It's a pleasure to meet another Quinn fan," she answered with a smile while pointing at his t shirt. It was then he finally noticed his worn out green shirt he threw on this morning in a rush to get to the coffee shop. "Oh. You like indie? I got this at one of their concerts." This struck her fascination. They talked for a bit until she finally said she had to make her way out and bid him a goodbye not too long before handing him a slip of paper with 10 numbers scribbled onto it. That night he got into bed with a euphoric feeling for his dreams, knowing she'd visit him.
