We go to the closest breakfast place which turned out to be The Pancake House. We looked through the menu and order our food. "So I see your a photographer as well" he said, pointing at my camera. "Mind if I take a look?" My eyes widen in fear. He's going to judge me. He won't like them. Their hideous. It's less nothing compared to his. I look down as I hand over my camera. He looks through and hums a tune. I softly sing the tune in my head as well.
🎶 I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while-🎶
"These are amazing!" He exclaims. Looking up in relief, I gladly take back what was rightfully mine.
"T-Thank you." I smile.
He lifts my head by my chin and looks at me. His blue eyes have a blazing fire of passion seeping through. He leans over the table and begins to tilt his head, but stops right as his lips were about to touch mine. He looks into my eyes, then my lips, then back to my eyes. He softly chuckles and smiles, then he closes his eyes and kisses me. Not knowing what was happening, my eyes go wide. Not wanting to break the contact, he places his warm hand on top of mine. I give in and go with the flow.
(I do not own this photo)
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just little stories I have in my head from time to time, so I write them down and I don't know what to do with them... so here ya go!
