Colours

Part 6

0:00:09

Andrew

"So, you work here often?" I smiled, cocking my head to the side.

The cashier looked me up and down and bit his lip mischievously, before his attention was diverted.

"Hey Miss! You still gotta pay for that hot chocolate!" the cashier yelled.

Just by listening, I knew she was the one. After all, I could hear her heartbeat from a mile away. She stank of fear, disappointment, and sweat.

"Oh shoot! Yeah sorry!" Her voice was delicate, like a china doll.

I looked down at my wrist. This is it. I took a deep breath, and turned around.

0:00:08

Elizabeth

Rummaging through my purse, I grabbed my phone and was about to call my mom when the cashier yelled out to me. He told me that I had to pay for the stupid drink, even though I hadn't even taken a sip. I guess it was fair though. I was wearing the hot chocolate, so I fished through my purse for some change.

I'm not sure what finally snapped, but my mind went blank. Either I forgot how to breathe, or I had suddenly developed a form of asthma. My mind couldn't even process what was going on. As I turned around, I saw the same checkered shirt, and the same pair of khakis as before.

"Oh shoot! Yeah sorry!" I gathered myself up, but my voice still came out a little squeaky. Getting the change out of my purse, I started walking towards the cashier. My heart was beating so loud, I was pretty sure he could hear it. As if on cue, he slowly swiveled around, and stood in front of me.

0:00:00

Andrew

She was beautiful, no doubt about it. She had thick, curly hair that flowed over her shoulders, a thin figure, and a smile that was contagious. She wore a top that showed a little bit of her belly, and a pair of high, lace boots.

Running a hand through my hair, I gave her a sheepish smile, and showed her my wrist.

"Hi"

"Hey, I'm Elizabeth, Elizabeth Sanders." She said, putting her hand forward.

"Andrew Gallagher," I smiled "but you can call me Andy."

0:00:00

Elizabeth

I knew what I had to do, but pouncing on him without a proper introduction would be pretty desperate. He was handsome, no doubt about it. He had shaggy hair, that looked like he just rolled out of bed. He had a thin, built figure but his toned arms were quite noticeable through his checkered shirt. He had these almost shaped eyes, that were a light grey colour, but his nose was my favourite feature about him.

"Hey, I'm Elizabeth, Elizabeth Sanders." I smiled, and gave him my hand, so we could get things moving along.

"Andrew Gallagher," he smiled "but you can call me Andy."

As his hand slid into mine, I could feel something swimming around the corners of my eyes. When he gripped my hand though, the world went a strange, dark colour that reminded me of love and hate. My head pounded, and I could feel myself falling to the floor, landing on my knees.

"Woah hey!" Andy cried, as he grabbed onto my shoulders. "Are you okay?"

The ground turned an odd colour that somehow reminded me of the night sky, and the chairs were the colour of happiness, bright and kind to my eyes. I looked up into Andrew's eyes, and couldn't believe the combination of colours. I was speechless. His eyes looked like the colour of warm coffee, yet they were more clear, and sparkly. This is it. This is what the world really looks like. It was breath-taking.