Ty so so much for 16k!! What did I do to deserve that?! Xo
Written 24/07/18
"What's this?", a voice asked brightly. I turned my head slightly and was met by a pair of bright blue eyes and a happy grin. I was confused. I looked behind me, at the other cafe users and realised he must be talking to me.
"Pardon?", I murmured politely, not understanding his question. I watched him gesture a hand towards my chest, "what's this?", he repeated, still smiling at me, kind of manically, I must admit.
"Umm", I was alarmed, did he just gesture to my boobs?!
He chuckled a little, although I for one, found this situation anything but funny, "I'm sorry", he apologised quickly as he saw me blush beetroot, "I meant your t-shirt", he clarified.
My eyes widened as I looked at the shirt I was wearing, and I smiled when I saw it was one of my favourite bands.
It was a white t shirt, with big vibrant blue letters spelling out the word "Blossoms" and a picture of the band themselves.
"Oh umm.. it is what it looks like", I told him, knowing I sounded like an idiot and mentally cursing my lack of social skills.
"I've never heard of them", he admits and with that he invites himself to take the empty seat next to me.
"I'm George", he tells me and I make a mental note to remember that and not mess up his name.
"Y/n", I reply with a smile, finally something I can tell him without sounding like an idiot.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl", he comments smoothly and I feel my face heat up again. Instead of muttering a thanks, like I probably should, I lower my head so he can't see the pink creeping into my cheeks.
He laughs softly beside me and then says ," so y/n, you gonna show me this band?"
I look up, a small smile blooming on my face. I dig out my phone from my jeans and pull up my spotify app, quickly shuffling my Blossoms playlist.
"There's a reason why (I never returned your calls)" is the first song to play, which is also one of my favourites.
He listens for a few seconds, almost a minute and then looks back up at me, "what's this song called?", he asks, looking, for the first time, directly into my eyes.
His sparkling eyes set off something inside me, a fluttery feeling that refuses to fade no matter what I do.
"There's a reason why", I answer, trying to make myself look away from his eyes, but I can't, he has me captivated.
"It's good", he says and I smile, "it's my favourite", I admit and watch as he smiles wider than me, "mine too", he agrees.
I laugh, "it's the only one you've heard", I point out.
"Valid point, but it's still my favourite", he replies and we both laugh again.
I take a quick sip of my coffee that has started to cool down since George sat down and while my eyes are torn away from his face for a few seconds, the song changes to "honey sweet"
"This is a beautiful song", George comments quietly. I place my coffee back onto the table and nod, "it is", I say.
And then it's back to him staring into my eyes, and me unable to look away. He really has eyes that seem to hold you in their gaze.
