fools :: muke

03

m.c.

i poured myself a bit of coca cola and sipped it slowly, looking at you from the corner of my eye.

and that's when you looked back at me, so i started to walk away.

but you gripped my arm and told me "wait."

i turned around to face you and my heart started to beat a bit more faster, no words leaving my mouth.

your eyes were so pretty up close.

you led me to where you were standing against the counter and then asked for my name.

"m-michael," i responded as you picked up your beer from the counter. "i-i don't think you should be drinking that," i said, thinking out loud. 

"no one really cares if i drink," you said. "do you want some?" you asked me and my eyes widened. i was told not to drink at a young age, but i was curious as to how it tasted, so i nodded yes.

you took another sip of your beer and then handed it to me, "here," you told me, and i took the half full bottle and took a sip.

you smiled at me and i smiled back.

and i noticed you had a dimple.