Colors.

This was the guy, wasn't it? I do recognize him from days, constantly coming to grab a latte, and leaving. That must have been it, the trigger. We met, and that's how colors boomed into existence. I guess.

I was almost scared to look up, scratch that- i am freaking scared to look up. The colors, i saw from the corner of my eyes, were getting more realistic. I hope he doesn't hear my heart thudding so painfully in my chest right now.

Can he see them? The colors? Was he surprised?

A sudden flash made me look up, he had his camera pointed towards me, a smile lingering on his face.

My face flamed at the sight, "you're so cute." He pointed out. "What's your name?" I bit my lip, my eyes tracing over his perfect, thick eyebrows and down to his coffee colored eyes. "Uhm.. J-July Miles."

Damn you, July. Stop stuttering.

"Really? That's a cute name. We sure are compatible." He snickered, and curiosity arose in my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked and he smirked. "I'm Rome. Rome Hayes." I snorted, "What are you saying?" Rome let out a tiny giggle then took a deep breath as if to gather his confidence.

"Won't you be the Juliet to my Romeo?"

Cheeeeeeeese, so cheeesy i almost felt like it was extra cheese pizza but i didn't laugh.

Wait, rewind.

"Will you be the Juliet to my Romeo?"

July, Rome.

Shit.

"Uhhhh" it was like taking hours for my stupid brain to process something but he did look a bit embarrassed at it.

Stupid, stupid!! Say something, you idiot.

"Why are you so handsome?"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

I dropped my head onto the table, my head thudding against the wood and i felt like burying myself out of embarrassment.

"It's okay. It's just natural." He laughed, and i lifted my head. He didn't think that i was a dork?

"No, you're still a dork but I'd like to believe that you're my dork, if you'd like it?" He asked and i felt my face getting warmer.

Did i just say that out loud? Wonderful, Ms. July.

"Uhm.. Yeah. I'd.. Like that-" i stammered out.

"Cute." He snapped another picture. "And colorful too. I love it." He smirked. The only thing i could do was snort and call him a dork, but i knew i liked it. I liked him, and there was no doubt. The colors bloomed around us, all different shades, tints and hues and i was still addicted to coffee. And his eyes.