She opened her book before looking at me. She had dark soft skin and a scuplted figure which was twine-thin, her arched eyebrows looked down on her long sweeping eyelashes, her delicate ears which framed her button nose was akin to a baby puppy. Her dark eyes was comparable to the night sky, i lost myself in her, visiting unknown territories of my mind.
In my mind she was art.
Her lips moved, brutally bringing me back to reaility. 'Everyone should be able to find someone that makes you feel like that moment in a concert when the artist enters the stage(....)' i realised one thing. No matter how enticing her dark eyes were or how much i wondered if her heart shaped lips tasted like sweet strawberries, what stood out more was her open minded manor, the way she was empathic and sympathetic at the same time,The way she was smart, but not obnoxious about it. The way she would rant about things happening in the world today, and how much it hurts her to see the world in pain. These things made me fall for her. Not her features.
"If you keep spacing out your coffee will get cold" she said placing her book beside her green tea. " You didn't listen to a word off what i said?" she asked before picking up the mug and sipping her tea.
i laughed whilst nodded wrapping my hands around the mug and drinking my coffee. My eyes never left her face, as she sipped her tea and looked around the café. At first i thought she was avoiding my eye contact but then i realised she was taking in her surroundings.
"Have you ever sat in a coffee shop alone beside a window and looked out. Looking at all the busy people rushing to work, or running to catch a train. All the girls wobbling cause their shopping bags which are too heavy or the the couples that are waiting at the traffic lights kissing" She said as she stared out of the glass door of the cafe which was right behind us.
I shook my head as i put down my coffee, she nodded like she understood why I hadn't done that, she opened back her book and begun reading where she last stopped.
"Catcher in the rye" I said reading over the cover of the book in her hand causing her to crack a smile as she looked up at me, then setting her book down once again to engage conversation with me.
"Have you read it?" She asked. I shook my head as I stared blankly at the cover of the book, a red horse was the cover with bright writing on it saying 'the catcher in the rye' she smiled at me even harder at me as I concentrated on the book cover.
"In this book, the protganis seems to feel victimised by the world as he keeps saying he feels trapped on " the other side" of life but i also get this feeling that his alienation is his way of proctecting himself. But the motifs of this book would either be loneliness, relationships/sexuailty or depection(....)" she said as she put the book down while she contiued talking.
My eyes flicked between her eyes and lips as she carried on talking, soon after she begun to bite her lip as she usually does when she begins to think, i look back at her and she gazing at the televison beside the watriess counter, 7:45pm it said on the television screen, she slowly breathed in the warm air and huffed quietly but loud enough that I heard.
"We should really go, it's getting late and it's going to snow heavy tonight" she said pointing to the weather report on the television while packing away her stuff into her kanken bag. She slowly stood up and pushed her chair in before putting on her long beige waterfall coat on and a black bennie with a bubble on the top.
"I will see you in school" she said as she smiled and walked out of the café in to the freezing cold only to disappear in a few seconds.That was the first of many times she walked out of those cafe doors. Leaving me confused to what her feelings towards me was.
