not him // d.s

2. it's you again

My routine of walking to the corner coffee shop turned into a run today for I left my house in a hurry, trying to escape the harsh words exchanged between my parents. Pulling my jacket closer to my body, I use the hood to hide my face from the rain.

I make my way in the entrance of the familiar building, only to find myself laying on the wooden floor. I quickly get up and brush myself off, realizing that I slipped because of the water which covers my boots. I blush at my clumsy action and look around to see who may have witnessed my fall. I cover my face with my hands, but peek through my fingers just to see those familiar blue eyes looking into mine. My heart beat picks up and my cheeks turn from a light pink to a bright red.

My feet hurry over to my usual table, where I sit and listen to the rain tapping against the window beside me. In an attempt to keep from staring at the boy, I read the menu repeatedly. This provided absolutely no entertainment, for I've been doing this to distract myself for the past few weeks.

The first time I saw the boy in this coffee shop, I was sure it would be the last time, but that was far from the truth. The boy and I now share one part of our daily routine which causes us to cross paths every morning. This has allowed me to see the mystery boy often, but it's hard to keep myself from staring at him. Something about him is very fascinating, maybe the way he always looks incredibly happy, or how he looks beautiful at all times. Maybe it's that I make a fool out of myself nearly every day and he never looks at me like he pity's me or finds me embarrassing. Something about this boy makes me feel extremely comfortable but also causes my heart to beat out of my chest. And for some reason, I love it.