catch a dream ; setosolace

day ten

to the boy with blue eyes,

you sat across from me again today. when i walked into the cafe, i saw you were already sitting there, as innocent as could be. you were doodling, as usual, and the page was filled with little cartoons. it made me smile and my heart had begun to hasten its pace.

i began to tolerate the taste of pumpkin spice lattes. for eight days i've been drinking the same thing, and honestly it's not that bad. for something seasonal, at least.

but anyway, you just sat across from me not uttering a single word. i didn't bother to speak either, i figured that you were busy.

instead of scrolling through tumblr, you were my entertainment. i watched your steady, calloused hand dance across the sketchbook page with a mechanical led pencil. i didn't know what you were drawing, but it looked important. you were sketching something. maybe it was a project for school. the semester is drawing to a close, after all.

if i had the guts, i would've asked you.

sincerely,
- seto