coffee shop ; m.c

chapter three | her

as she walked off michael watched her, his gaze followed the bob of her brown hair that he had so often admired from afar in all those frosted mornings. he sat, just in astonishment, his book fell to the wooden table underneath him. he took his beanie off his head and ran his fingers through his green hair, replacing his beanie on top of his head. he had just had his first, and what he thought would be his last, spoken words between him and the girl he had spent countless hours trying to rid from his wild mind that ran as wild as his green hair sitting under his beanie.

in the time that it took for michael to get his drink he replaced that beanie on his head and fixed his hair many times. many more times than necessary quite frankly. but it was hard for him to sit still even to think with the thought of her gazing up from the floor to meet his eyes with her own. no matter how many times he tried to read his book and pick up from where he left off, he couldn't. the printed letters betrayed his eyes and turned into a washed up mess of black dots scattered on a page.

after the small wait occupied with odd repetitions of small things like fixing his hair or attempting at reading, she returned with his tea in hand. her hands were one of his favourite things about her. the was her slender fingers curled around the tea cup with such delicacy and placed it gently on the table. the sound of it touching the table was barely noticeable to michael as it had to compete with the buzz in his brain and the fuss of the customers clustered around tables chattering away. he gave a small " thank you," and he lifted his hair to from the swirling liquid inside his cup to meet her eyes again. he could have stayed there for hours staring into her eyes, but she had to go.

as she walked off she cleared empty tables of porcelain cups with coffee stained insides and saucers with crumbs of the sweet pastries that were displayed behind the clear glass. continuing on her way, one customer stepped backward at the time she was shuffling awkwardly behind them. she fell to the ground in a tangle of hair and apron, tripping over the untied shoelace of her scuffed sneakers. the sound of the smashing cups caused michael to bring his hands up to cover his ears. he hated loud noises.

once the initial shock of the sound happened, michael pushed himself out of the booth and walked over to her. offering out a hand to her, to try to help her get up. her small soft hand grasped his and he seemed to loose all ability to move or speak. temporarily paralysed by the electric shocks shooting up his arms and the swarm of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

he pulled her to her feet and she was sent, by the force, into michael. knocking him down, her landing on top of him, her hands placed on his chest. by this time people had started looking at the whole scene that had unfolded. she pushed herself up off of michael and stared at him for a few seconds before muttering " thanks," and walking away. her head was down and her back was slouched, he still knew it was her. it would always be her.

finally an update! sorry that it's short, not that I really believe that anyone really reads, nor cares.

so bye, hope you enjoy.

little side note here but happy birthday to the cutest little ashton irwin and also to the amazing matt espinosa.

okay I'm done now

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