the night [rewriting/editing]

two.

My mind snapped back to reality in desperate search of the person who's lips had called to me.

"Anna..." It called again.

I turned sharply to its direction, but saw no one.

"Whatever," I thought aloud, if they could not own up to being a stalker then I shouldn't give them the time of day.

"What can I get you, dear," the old woman cashier asked. Her name tag read, Denice. In her face you saw, hope, but small specs of fatigue and deprivation. I gave her my heartiest smile and she returned the favor.

"Um," I pondered on which one of the many things that I could buy. I had finally decided, a caffe misto", a grande caffè misto to go."

She tapped at the register and disappeared into the back. I started to fidget with the sleeves of my carefully woven black sweater.

ding

In instinct I looked up at the entering customer, he had already stolen a long glare. He was beautiful. His skin a radiant brown, cheeks flushed as if he had been running. I stared in complete awe. Breaking his glance and my awkwardness, the old cashier spoke again.

"Here's your drink, miss."

I gave her the appropriate amount of money and quickly walked out of the doors, feeling watched.

One step out of the door I heard it again.

"Anna..."

I turned around and saw the boy, who smiled at me again. Teeth like perfect rows of tic-tacs, reflecting all of the lights in this Starbucks on the corner of Maine street. His smile was beautiful and so was he.

But when 'it' called my voice this time, it sounded much more sincere and sweet than it had before.

It's sound was addicting.