I sat by myself in the far corner of the old, run-down coffee shop that stood across the street from my apartment building. Nobody else was there except for the owner of the little café. These were the kind of nights where I wish I didn't really exist. I was alone. I had nothing to do. Nobody to talk to or laugh with. The only thing I could do was overthink things and criticize myself.
I rethought of all the embarrassing things that have ever happened to me. I thought of how everyone around me at the time must have been judging and laughing. The more I thought of every mistake I made, I got closer to crying.
I guess it was a good thing that I taught myself how to bottle up my emotions until I could cry all night at home, where no one would ever know.
My attention was brought to something else within a split second... I was used to the shop always being deserted. Not once has anyone ever walked through those doors since I've been going there. Up until now...
Whenever I got into my trance of self pity, there was rarely anything that could completely distract me from it. But sure enough I found myself staring at the boy who had just walked through the doors. He was rather tall, and had some pretty interesting hair. To be quite honest, I don't think I've ever seen anyone with hair like his. Dark brown with about a quarter of it dyed blond, then thrown into a half-mohawk. It suited him very well, though.
It was when he turned around that I felt butterflies in my stomach. Never in my entire life have I ever had such a potent feeling course through my entire body. He was the most beautiful person I had ever laid eyes upon. I felt overwhelmed by everything that was running through my head. I wanted to talk to him so badly... But then again, my social anxiety seemed to be going against that. What if he didn't like me? What if I annoyed him? What if he thought I was strange...?
I started to get really nervous when he smiled at me. Then I felt the palms of my hands get sweaty as he made his way over to my table...
