8:35 A.M. Monday
As she sat there reading some novel drinking her coffee, I watched her. Her face looked puzzled for just a moment before taking on her blank expression she wore as she took yet another sip. I adjusted my beanie and took a long drink of my frappé, enjoying the taste. I looked at her again, curiously. Humans can be so... peculiar. I focused on writing my book, trying not to get distracted. I can't wrap my mind around what makes this girl so interesting. Out of all my mornings of drinking coffee and people watching, I've never been so fond of a person.
