Aiden
He spent the night before planning out exactly how it would happen. He would walk in to the cafe, take his seat and work on his alebgra homework. She would arrive right as he was finishing up, toss her belongings down on the table and walk to the counter to order. Pretending to be tired, he would get up, stretch and join her at the counter.
All you have to do is say hi.
He kept telling himself in hopes of easing his runaway nerves.
He stood behind her a moment, the whole time watching how tense her back was, before a barista called him over. He placed his order fastly before turning to look at her hair, he was too tall to look at her face without her turning her head.
"Hey."
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WC: 134
DF: 3.10.18
DP: 3.14.17
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Alexandria
Short StoryAlexandrite and Aiden had never exchanged more than five words and yet loved each other. A short story of first love during the early '70s and all the hassle that came with loving someone of a different race. DISCLAIMER: ALL IMAGES DO NOT BELONG T...
