The One You Can Never Have

Welcome to Fainville

She walked in like every other day. She ordered her coffee, sat at her normal table, and drank her coffee. Same old same old.

Winnie was a pretty straightforward girl. She always did the same thing. She was wearing her signature flower crown and carrying her leather book bag. She was in her favorite coffee shop just like everyday. Then it changed.

She pulled out her song journal and started to read all that she had written. She looked up at the familer jingle of the bell above the coffee shop door. She tucked her brown-blonde hair behind her ear. She wasn' the going to lie. The boy who just walked in was kind of cute.

He had dark brown hair and it was in a fringe. He wore a black sweater and a red beanie over his head. He was wearing jeans and black converse. He looked at her and smiled. She blushed slightly and smiled back. Her brown eyes followed his every step.

Winnie knew almost every face in town. She lived in the little town where everyone knew everyone. This boy was new. She as bit confused because no one would go on vacation in that dusty old town. She didn't notice but she had been staring the whole time he ordered his coffee and he had noticed. Winnie quickly turned back around in her chair and tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Um excuse me. I couldn't help but see you staring." The boy said as he walked over to Winnie's table. He sat down and she turned a bit red "No worries. I'm Peter" he smiled. "I'm Winnie" She smiled back "I have to ask. What are you doing in this sleepy town?" She looked into his brown sparkly eyes. "My family just moved here. Mom and Dad said we need some "peace and quiet" whatever that means." He laughed a bit.

Winnie was lost in his eyes. "I was born and raised in NYC. Pretty big city. Apparently my parents couldn't take the hustle and bustle" He said with a chuckle. She said dazed "I was born and raised here. In this old town where nothing ever happens.... Welcome to Fainville"

And with that she smiled, stood up and walked out of the coffee shop. She bit her lip. Why didn't I give him my number? She thought. She walked back in "Let me give you my number. Call me if you ever need a tour... Peter" She smiled and rushed out the door. "Goodbye Winnie" he smiled to himself and left the coffee shop "Hello Fainville....."