The warmth of the winter

The cafe

Sitting in that cafe by myself. I felt the cold breeze trickle in the door with a metaphorical menacing smile on its face. The cold air continued to force itself under my skin until i couldnt take it anymore. I pushed my tired figure from the chair that i had been sitting in for what felt like years and walked towards the door of the cafè, thats when i saw him. His eyes were the first thing i saw glowing like the fiery embers of a camp fire only they shone in the most brilliant of blue. It was like they represented the sky with a clear white exterior and a gorgeous blue sky like centre. Then i moved on to the rest of his face, his perfect pale skin his thin yet kissable lips which held a small scar running horizontally through his top lip. His blond hair was flopped over his head in a casual yet attractive style. I stared for a minute already forgetting the brutal cold. His eyes warmed me as they scanned up and down my body, i quickly realised how long we had been staring. I panicked and sat back down in my chair, the mysterious gorgeous stranger wandered around to the other side of the two person table in front of me and sat im the chair. I looked up and leaned across the table to surreptitiously stare into his eyes. He ran his hand through his hair and introduced himself. I spent a moment trying to decipher if this was real or fake. Eventually i replied and told him my name, he smiled and asked if he could buy me a drink. I agreed and happily smiled into his eyes. Not being one to believe in love at first sight i began to question the situation. I took a glance back at his flawless face and reevaluated my theory and then i knew i loved him.