"Hi." The girl looks up from her book to see a handsome boy standing at her table. He had brown, almost black, hair, tanned skin and a bit of stubble shaping his chin. His wide smile showed his white shinning teeth. The girl recognises him from walking past the cozy cafe and bookshop she was currently holed up in. He did this almost as much as she came to this place.
Now normally, the girl would be mad that this random stranger, who seemed to be hitting on her, was interrupting her reading time, but she could not defy his looks.
"Hi." The girl breathed out yet not putting down her book. The boy didn't seem to know what to say next and he glanced round the room, nervously. He did not strike the girl as someone who would be nervous but on the front cover of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue.
"Is that a good book?" He nodded towards the copy of 'Tess of The D'Urbervilles' that lay in her hands. The girl shrugged.
"It's a bit depressing, although that's Hardy for you."
"Hardy?"
"The author. I'm guessing you don't read a lot." The girl could sense this from his appearance. The boy just shrugged.
"Can I sit down?" The boy asked after a moments hesitation. If it was anyone else, the girl would have definitely beat their ass and sent them off with a long list of profanities by now but it wasn't anyone else.
"Okay." That was all the girl said. That was all either of them said as they were engrossed by a comfortable silence.
It had been about a month of passing by and sneaking glances at her before the boy had built up enough courage to go in there. No matter how hard he tried, the boy couldn't get her off his mind. He told himself it was wrong, he shouldn't be falling for anybody but, despite his attempts, he found himself wanting to meet her; he had to meet her.
The boy first saw her on a cold day, when the wind whistled outside and the rain patted down on the concrete roads which was peculiar for Los Angeles. The girl caught his eye because, amid the chaos, she was the only calm thing in his view, she was completely still and appeared to be absorbed in a book. She was oblivious to everything around her. Oblivious to the rain slamming hard on the coffee shop windows, oblivious to the angry car horns that sounded down the street, oblivious to the boy standing outside in the rain, with eyes glued to her. It was as though there was a bubble around her that blocked her out from the world. The boy went past that coffee bookshop everyday from then on.
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new short story, enjoy ;)
