The snow drizzled softly against the window of a small coffee shop, tucked quietly in a small high street of a small town. The thick smell of cinnamon and coffee linguered through the air as the fire crackled softly over the faint sound of the radio rested on a pile of Dicken's books. A few customers sat at tables, noses in newspapers and books sipping delicatley on their beverages as the cold air tapped ferouciously on the window outside.
Eighteen-year-old Millie Davis sat quietly at a table, her long, silky honey-coloured hair fell to her waist and hung over one side of her face as she sat, completely lost in her book, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Dressed in a thick, cable-knit navy jumper and plaid mini-skirt. Millie was a senior, insanely-beautiful, slim, popular and a cheerleader. Although she was different from the rest of her superficial, barbie-cloned friends. Millie was sweet, quiet and intelligant, she knew there was more to life than boys, mini-skirts and back-handed springs.
"More coffee?" A barista smiled down at Millie, clutching a pot of steaming coffee.
Millie looked up and smiled sweetly "No thankyou." Her mocha orbs flicking down to her near-full cup.
The door of the shop creaked open and a tall figure slid inside and towards the counter.
"Exscuse me?" A deep voice spoke softly above Millie.
Millie dragged her eyes away from her book and looked up.
Standing in front of her was a tall, slim guy, about her age maybe a little older. He had a straight smile and gaunt, sharp cheek bones and was wearing a denim jacket, skinny jeans and Timberland boots that were slightly covered in snow. His hair was soft and brunette, floppy on his forehead. His eyes were a light, hazy green the kind of green that doesn't make a big deal out of itself.
"Can I just get past?" He asked polietly, a smile still graced his thin lips.
Millie nodded softly and dragged her chair closer to the table.
He smiled down at her then shifted past towards the toilets "Thanks."
Millie shut her book and shoved it in her bag before swinging it over her shoulder and sauntering out of the shop. She walked through the snow covered ground and sighed softly, dark clouds turning the January evening to a misty night.
Suddenly, a deep scream startled her. It came from the alley she had just walked past. Millie swirled on her heels and peered down the alley, a tall, stocky man in a suit had someone pinned against the wall. It was the boy from the coffee shop.
"Hey!" She yelled fiercely, storming down the alley. As her Father's a Sheriff Millie had grown up knowing self defence, nothing scared her.
The tall man flinched and loosened his grasp on the boy before pushing past Millie and running away.
Millie gasped and ran over to the boy "Are you okay?"
He looked up, flashing a crooked smile "Yeah, thankyou."
"Who the hell was that?" Millie
"Millie" She smiled, closing her book and shoving it into her bag "Are you new round here? This is an extremely small town and everybody knows everybody. I haven't seen you round before."
"Uh, yeah you could say that. I'm not sure i'm staying for long though." He replied, running a hand through his silky hair.
For some reason Millie was disappointed by his response "Oh, that's a shame." What she really wanted to say was 'I've never seen anyone as sharply beautiful as you in my life. Please stay and marry me.' but she felt that was borderline-psycho.
