Her curly, auburn hair gracefully fell around her face as her fingers ran across the strings of her somewhat, new guitar. This was her normal. Blake Henderson was the night. She was every vice that happened within the hours.
She sat on that stage, in that one coffee shop, doing what she loved. But I was the one guy who stuck around until she went home. You can call me a stalker, but I'm the absolute opposite. I enjoyed her music, it played on people's feelings. Sometimes she'd dedicate a song to one of her usual listeners, I wasn't one of them. But it didn't matter to me.
I fixed my beanie and my glasses, and leaned back in the chair, smiling and crossing my arms. Blake was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
She set her guitar on the stage and walked off. She looked at me and waved, I casually waved back. Her bright green eyes lighting up, her smile true. Why was she smiling at me? I have no idea, but I wanted to keep looking at the amazing smile of hers. She walked up to the coffee station and was talking to the barista.
I stood up, pulled up my pants and grabbed my wallet. My feet led me over to her. My strides were cool and casual, unlike me.
I got up to the barista, and she already finished her order. "I'll have what she's having, and it's on me." I pulled my wallet out of my pocket, as the barista was speaking. "That'll be $7.45." I handed the barista a ten and he rang us up. Blake look up at me and smiled as she was talking, "So, Mr. Mysterious," I looked down at her, "What made you want to buy me a coffee?" I shrugged "Well you're cute and you seem super cool. So, the real question is: What made me NOT want to buy you a coffee?" She laughed. "I'm Caleb Ramirez." I softly told her, she smiled, held out her hand, and spoke, "I'm Blake Henderson. Nice to meet you, Caleb."
We got to know each other and we set out to go walking around the city. We told each other our own embarrassing stories, made jokes and just talked. We talked like we'd known each other for years, even though we only started talking.
Her laughs filled the air. And every time she would laugh or just smile, I could feel myself falling for her. I had been wondering if she felt the same way, but it was totally unlikely. She was, perfect. Pale as the moon, and I couldn't stop myself from loving her.
The moon slowly going down and the sun was slowly rising. But during that twilight, we felt closer than ever. We were sitting in the park during the twilight, and a kiss was shared. A powerful kiss that bound lovers together. One kiss.
We went our separate ways, and never saw each other again.
