I want to know her better. I feel like, if I know her better I can discover and create more of myself.
Zack's grande cappuccino was only partially filled, although by now, he was sick and tired of the taste and needed something else to cleanse his mouth with.
Starbucks' cookies are disgusting though.
He wanted to go to the small bakery across the street and maybe get a fluffy slice of strawberry shortcake.
He couldn't eat it by himself though, and he secretly wanted to ask the girl with the blue hair, but he was afraid it would be too sudden, too soon, maybe he would startle her, or -
No, he wanted to ask her, and not just because she had blue hair and was hot, but because she was could fix him.
But was he broken?
And how can an already broken person fix another breaking person?
Aeline's straw was so crooked and demolished that it would be practically impossible to use it ever again, for its intended purpose; a straw. It would be even more impossible for Aeline to continue nibbling on it, because if she did, the straw would probably crumble into tiny plastic shards causing her to choke on the plastic and quite possibly die.
It would be better than dying in your sleep. Because then your family wouldn't have to discover you lying in bed, limp and cold, and be hit with a pang of sadness and shock. At least with this incident they might get some humor out of saying, "She choked on bits of a straw at Starbucks."
Aeline's peripheral vision must be lacking because as she was standing up to throw away her cup and leave, she didn't quite notice the stranger approaching her at an awkward stance from the other table.
And with that, Zack could finally say he spilled ice down a girl's bra. Isn't that a nice title to have?
"Holy shit - ahhhHhhhhHh." Aeline took a sharp breath as she felt two freezing ice cubes run down her chest. They fell out onto the floor with a clank as she took some recycled brown napkins and wiped away the trickle of water on her stomach. The other ice cubes in the cup had been randomly distributed amongst the counter when the plastic lid bounced off, and were now being swiped into the trash with Zack's slightly trembling hands. The clinging and clattering of the coffee machines were the only source of noise in the tiny shop, since everyone else's eyes darted to the scene.
And then, because no one really cared, everyone returned to their work and carried on with their lives.
However, the awkwardness between Zack and Aeline caused a silence that only they could hear, a silence that they could hear with their eyes, their eyes that stared at each other for what seemed like a long, observing 5 seconds.
"Do you want some cake?"
"Yeah, yeah sure."
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A/N
So, that was kind of another "placeholder chapter," but IT'S FOR PLOT AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OKAY?
Just wait for the next chapter, it'll be better, I promise.
