You are eating ice cream. But that's not what is catching my attention.
What's catching my attention is the way you sit next to a tree and look like your at home.
What's catching my attention is the way you maneuver the ice cream tub and your book without dropping either without a mess up.
My attention is on how your lips are mouthing the words of the book.
How your expression changes when something happens.
When you mumble something then look around if someone saw you talk to yourself.
The way you look like a model with your messy hair and crumpled sweatpants and shirt is eye catching.
Then once you cheekily check what's going to happen after a few chapters you hastily close the book.
You sit there for a bit probably regretting your decision.
It's like you can feel me watching.
You turn around and look at me.
Your perfect lips form a gorgeous smile and your one dimple shows.
With your happy eye crinkles combined with your shy wave my heart might have melted.
I look down at my sketch that I did not mean to be you but guess what?
It is.
Again.
I see you stand up in the corner of my eye and hear the leaves crinkle with your satisfied sigh with hearing them.
You sit next to me and look at my sketch.
For some reason you grab a journal out of your bag and start to write.
After a few minutes you lightly tap my shoulder and hand me the journal.
It's a poem.
It talks about the latest events we both had.
It compliments my sketch.
The exact word was; 'wow'.
I look up into the most exotic eyes I've seen and smile.
You take back your book and write again.
I go back to my sketch adding a bit more details.
You tap me again and hand back the book.
It's explaining that it would be so much cooler if you only wrote poems about what you wanted to say and I could draw out my response.
You look at me patently and I smile and nod.
You write again.
You explain that you are going to try to read the rest of the book but to meet back the next day.
I nod and wave farewell.
A/N
Basically what's going on is a romance story with little or no drama.
This story won't give gender or any very specific details and if so the details will be little.
This is because I'm personally sick of gender labels and you can interpret any type of relationship.
Without details it also allows your imagination to flow.
I really hope you like this because I like to write it.
Hokay bye x
