sorry // justin bieber

46.- the color of gold

Halley

Me: okay i'm here

Me: now what

Justin: get in there

I walk through the glass doors and look around the place. It all looks normal, waitresses walking around with full trays, people siping cups and the house specialties written on the chalk board behind the cash.

Me: i'm in

Justin: raise your right hand

Me: i'm not raising my right hand in the middle of my favorite coffee shop like a lunatic

Justin: you won't look like a lunatic

Me: why do i need to do this?

Justin: please, it's a surprise

I sigh, then look around to check if anyone's seeing me, or if there's somebody I know casually drinking coffee there right now. There's not. "Are you really going to do this?" I think. "Yup. I am".

So, slowly, I start raising my hand up 'till it reaches the same height as my head and a little more. I keep on raising it until I hear a deep voice behind me:

"Halley?"

I turn to my right: there's a bearded man next to me, wearing a red shirt with white letters on it, a yankees snapback and sunglasses. Is it...?

I can't speak, my thoughts are slower than ever, my body frozen and nailed to the ground by the possibility that's facing me. It had crossed my mind but always as a joke, never hitting me as hard as it was doing it right now.

Unable to say anything, I just nodded.

The man in front of me fights the smile that appears on his face. Then pulls the sunglasses a little down his nose.

A pair of eyes in the middle way from hazel and honey are looking at me like I've dreamt many times.

Except this time, the sun is actually lighting them up to the color of gold.

"Is this true?" I force myself to ask since I'm feeling like my mother is going to wake me any time soon. Like someone is going to come over and say oh you know what this was actually too good and life doesn't work that way sorry.

But my mom doesn't wake me up and nobody tells me that either.

He just shrugs and smiles with his lips still pressed to each other, opening his arms for me to walk in.

And I do.

I take a few steps closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist, placing my head on his chest, right in the place I know there's an ink cross underneath the red fabric, feeling the way he wraps me too, pressing me close to him and leaning his chin agains the top of my head. I can feel his hands on my back, not going any further than that and I actually don't want him to. I feel like I'm being held, as if nothing could possibly go wrong from here.

"Hi, comet girl" he whispers softly.