DINO VICTOR'S CHOSEN BRIDE

His First Love

Dino

June, summertime

My eyes were scanning the area, outside the window of a coffee shop. People knew me there. Fear keeps them away from me. They don't want to give not a single eye contact because they know, if they look at me then they are dead. My best friend Marcos chuckled at me.

"What is it?"

"It's funny how you are trying to find the perfect girl, but they all seem to cower in fear. They rather die than be with you."

"Just shows they are inferior. Useless." I paused to take a drink of my coffee. "I want a woman who is naive, oblivious, and does not know me of my reputation."

"So someone pure, right?"

"I guess you can say that," I smirked. I heard the Coffee Shops door ring open. I looked up and saw a young girl. Almost twenty, at least. Short brunette hair, her height was at least 5'6", a girl with a natural beauty, and a girl who is eager to sit down. I noticed she carried a backpack with her with florals.

She smiled brightly at the clerk. It made me feel jealous, for some reason. I never experienced this feeling before.

Jealousy? Was that even in my vocabulary? Impossible.

"Hello~ Can I get a pumpkin spice latte, please?"

"Of course." The guy smiled at her as he scanned her body. That motherfucker. "Anything else?"

"And a small chocolate chip cookie, please."

"Sure. Anything else?"

"No. How much?"

"It's okay. Its on the house."

"Really? Thanks." I was shocked. He gave her on the house coffee. My heart fluttered when she sat next to our table. She took out her laptop, sketchbook, Intuos digital pad, and several books. She started to sketch in her laptop as she looked at her sketchbook.

Does she not know who I am? Does she not know what I do for a living? Is she not afraid of me? Or she really doesn't know who I am?

I looked behind her, the people were whispering to each other about the girl. I glared at them, they noticed me and quickly looked away. I looked back at her. I wanted to observe every single thing about her. She had beautiful green eyes, she had a small tattoo on her right hand that seemed to be a black cat. Stud earrings, silver necklace, tan silk tank top, blue jeans and blue converse. She bit the end of the Intuos digital pen as she looked at the screen.

"Allora hai trovato "quello"?" Marcos chuckled with his smirk. I widened my eyes in realization. I did found my girl who is perfect for me.

The clerk approached her and gave her latte and cookie. He noticed me and I glared at him.

"Thank you." I heard her sweet voice. Her voice was the melody to my ears. The voice that will say my name over and over on my bed, all night.

He smiled, looked at me and left faster than he can say latte.

She returned her attention back to her computer as she continued to draw. She took out her headphones and began to hear her music from her laptop.

We sat together for a two hours, observing her every move she makes. Until her phone rang, it seemed like a text message. She saw it, smiled and blushed. Who was making her blush this way? I wanted to be the person make her blush every day and every second. It made me feel very angry that it wasn't me.

She started to pack her stuff when her Intuos pen fell down and rolled right next to my feet. This is fate. Thank you, God. If you do exist.

I picked her digital pen for her and walked towards her. I want to make my voice very masculine, sexy for her and for her only. "You dropped your pen."