Short Stories

Cute

Sitting outside the cafe, I look out at the sunrise just barely visible behind the trees in front of me. I look down at the black steel table to see a latte in a clean white mug. There's a design on the top of the latte. It's a heart. How sweet of them! I take your Nikon camera and set it at the best angle of the view. Taking a couple pictures I put my camera away and sip on the hot beverage. Taking in the view, rush hour begins. Everyone is headed to work or school while I am free to roam the streets. The clicking of heels, stomping of work boots, and the quiet pattern of dress shoes pass by as I peacefully sip the sweet latte. Suddenly, new clicks are heard from behind me. I turn to face a camera lens. The camera suddenly falls along with a man.
His curly brown hair is pushed as he rubs the back of his head. He smiles shyly, "Sorry, I had to take the opportunity. It was such a nice view and you were so peaceful. It looks like art." He slowly gets up, "Would you like to see?" I nod in reply.
Looking at the tiny screen, I see long brunette hair falling off your shoulders onto her back, her black jacket rolled at the sleeves, holding a latte in the air as if she's admiring the sunrise. Her skin painted a smooth sand color. I could not see her face. If I could, she would be entrancing.
"It's that good, huh?" The man said.
I jumped back from the sudden voice. I notice how long I was looking at it. "U-um. Yeah. I didn't even know it was me." I stuttered. Up close he was cute. His brown hair was more of a dark chocolate, his eyes were an icy blue, his chiseled chin with 5 o' clock shadow. He wore a warm, black sweatshirt with dark blue, baggy jeans, and had black vans on. A faint smell of the ocean is given off from him.
"Ya, you are beautiful." He smiled. I looked down from embarrassment and locked my hands behind my back.
"You know what? How about we go get some breakfast together?" I look up. He just sits there and smiles waiting for a reply, letting his camera hang from the neck strap. "My treat." I gave in.
                     (I do not own the photo)