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SUNDAY.
Mithila stood in front of her closet, her eyes raking over the numerous flannel shirts lining the walls. She shook her head glumly at the flannels before she pushed them aside to find her dresses hidden away. She pulled out her green skater dress with black boots, and slammed the closet shut, before she pulled on her dress and tied up her boots. She stood in front of her mirror, scanning her clothes for about a thousand times before she decided she looked decent enough for a cafe, and pulled out her phone, checking the time.
15:47 PM.
She picked up her bomber jacket and her sling, before walking out of her room and shutting the door behind her, "Mom, I'm going out, I'll be back by seven" and before she could even put a foot outside the house, her mother's loud squeal cut her off, before she took in what her daughter was wearing; a dress.
"Are you sure you aren't sick? Is it finally the day Mithila decided to act like a girl? Is Mithila wearing a dress?" her mother exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, wiping her eyes of fake tears for that extra- dramatic Indian mother look, before she laughed at Mithila's poker face.
Mithila hid her smile with a poker face, before a small one broke out on her red lips, and she hugged her mother, and said "I'll be back soon" her mother nodded before passing her one final smile with a "Have fun!" and walked back into the kitchen.
Mithila walked out the door and shut it behind her and continued to Amyra's house.
She reached the familiar green door soon, and was about to ring the door when a beaming Amyra walked out, holding her bag in her hand, "Let's go?" She asks, before walking ahead of Mithila who was staring at her retreating back. She slowly walked behind Amyra her eyes twinkling at the sight of Amyra's hair bouncing as she walked; she thought Amyra was the most adorable person alive. Amyra turned around just in time to catch Mithila gazing at her, and smirked to herself, before she motioned Mithila to hurry up.
Mithila quickened her pace, now walking alongside the adorable female and staring ahead, still thinking about her. "So, what do you like to do?" Amyra asks, her attention now fully on Mithila.
"Well, I dance. And I like bird-watching." Mithila shortly explains, before continuing, "That's why I stare at you, birdie." She winks, before walking into the cafe, A blushing Amyra trailing after her.
The aroma of freshly blended caffeinated drinks flooded Amyra's senses, as she felt her mouth watering while her eyes scanned over the numerous names written on the chalkboard, before she turned to Mithila with a faint blush covering her cheeks, "Why don't you order for me as well? I'll go find us a table." before Mithila could argue, Amyra ran off in the direction of the tables, and sat down at the one in the far end, making Mithila raise her eyebrows to herself.
Mithila nervously glanced back at Amyra, before she ordered another one of what she ordered. She pointed out her table to the waiter before she made her way to Amyra, who's twinkling eyes followed every move she made. She sat down across Amyra, before she rested her chin on her palm, staring at the girl in front of her, captivated by her beauty.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Amyra shyly mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up again for the tenth time in 20 minutes, before she looked up at Mithila through her lashes, who seemed to have forgot how to breathe the moment her eyes set onto Amyra's expression.
"B-because you're beautiful, Amyra." Mithila softly states, feeling her stomach twist at the thought of calling the girl in front of her, hers. Her eyes slowly wandered from Amyra's hair to her cute little nose, to her pink lips, and Mithila found herself getting even more infatuated by the female. Amyra lightly giggled, which made Mithila's heart pause for a second, before she lightly smiled at her, feeling as if God himself ascended from heaven and handed her a bouquet of Smeraldo flowers and called her an angel.
The waiter placed their coffee's in front of them, before passing them a small smile and walking away. Amyra caught a glimpse of the messy writing on her plastic cup, which made her grin so wide, it could've made the Cheshire cat shy away;
Moccachino with extra shot of whipped cream
"Do you remember this drink?" Mithila slyly smiles, as Amyra laughed before nodding, "The one I spilled on your white shirt, right?" Mithila nods along before taking a sip of her own, and humming as the bitter, yet sweet taste flooded her taste-buds.
It wasn't until it was around 7:30 in the evening, and the sky was turning into a beautiful shade of purple, when they decided to head back home. On their way home, they came across a flower shop, where Mithila caught a small glimpse of her favourite flower; Smeraldo. She quickly dragged Amyra inside and bought a bouquet of the flowers, and payed, before walking out, flowers in one hand, the other just lightly brushing with Amyra's. Oh, how badly she wanted to reach out and hold Amyra's hand in hers, but held back at the last moment, not wanting to scare the girl away. They reached Amyra's house, and Amyra was about to walk in, when Mithila caught her hand and lightly pulled her backwards, making tingles shoot up her hand and down her spine.
Amyra looked at her with a curious gaze, which made Mithila chew on her bottom lip nervously, before she brought out the bouquet of flowers from behind her back and pushed them lightly towards Amyra, and she said, "These are my favourite flowers; I just wanted to share something special to me, with someone special to me." she concluded, as Amyra extended her other hand and lightly grasped on the base of the bouquet, her cheeks turning the same color as the wrapping paper covering the stems of the flowers. Mithila dropped Amyra's hand and Amyra passed her one final smile with a small "Thank you" and a wave. Amyra was about to step in, before she quickly ran back, planted a kiss on Mithila's cheek, and quickly ran back inside, squealing softly to herself.
Mithila stood in the middle of the street, her eyes as wide as golf balls, as she lightly traced the spot Amyra kissed with her index finger, and remembering how her soft lips connected with her cheek for merely a second but how she'll think about it everyday. "Cute" she muttered, as she walked back home, her hand never once retreating from her face, as she crossed streets, her thoughts circling around the certain doe-eyed female she was falling for; slowly, but surely.
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