The first thing I thought when I saw her was beautiful.
She wore a warm purple sweater, her fingers peaking through the sleeves. Her skin was pale and her cheeks, nose and ears were absolutely flushed, glowing a bright red.
Her hair was a pretty dark brown colour, styled up into a soft and fuzzy bun, on top of her head was a beautiful flower crown, flowers of white and purple still slightly stained with the morning snow.
She had her eyes closed, her eyelashes laying against her pale cheeks as she lifted her cup up with a steady grip.
She pouted her cute pink lips and blew the steam to cool the drink, and took a long sip. She swallowed and sighed, treasuring the sweet, sweet taste of her drink, before putting the cup down and fluttering open her gorgeous, warm brown eyes.
She's perfect, I came to realise as I indiscreetly watched her under the orange glow of the cafe light.
Her enchanting brown eyes widened as she caught herself being stared at by a boy outside the window. She flushed and waved shyly, probably wondering why I was looking at her the way I was.
I snapped out of my trance and blushed but mentally excused it on the cold weather. I gave her an apologetic look and waved back just as timidly.
She smiled and sipped her drink some more, her eyelashes fluttering and her gaze never leaving mine.
A fond smile formed on my face.
She watched as I stepped forward and began dragging my finger across the slightly foggy glass window. My writing was sloppy, seeing as though I was writing backwards.
You
Are
Very
Pretty
I wrote on the window
She practically gushed, her face almost completely pink as she giggled uncontrollably. She looked at me with those beautiful unsure eyes and I knew at that moment she was the one.
The beauty I was staring at slowly raised a hand and patted the seat next to her, a clear invitation.
I suddenly remembered there's somewhere I had to be.
I quickly looked down at my watch and cursed, looking back up at her behind the glass.
I mouthed a 'sorry' and shook my head, frantically tapping at my watch. She smiled in understanding and I forced myself to wave a goodbye.
Before I could turn on my heel she raised her index indicating for me to wait a little bit.
She took the napkin on her table leaning down to take a pen out of her purse.She clicked the top of the pen pushing out the head with the ink and started writing something on that piece of napkin.
She finished writing placing the pen down not bothering to click it back so it would close. She took the napking lifting it up covering half of her face but not her beautiful brown eyes.
Canella
Is my name ;)
Was written on the paper.
What a nice name I though.I procceded on writing on the window my name so she could remember mine.
Louis ;)
I wrote in big letters so she could read it.
She smiled, just a little smile at first, but as it grew it pressed her rosy cheeks up and slowly reveled her teeth, like a perfect pearl necklace. Finally the smile reached her eyes, lighting them, causing them to crinkle at the corners. In that moment she was everything I had ever hoped for, she was everything I would ever need. She was the one I will call mine.
