My online valentine

7 - Pumkin poptarts and comics

The days till the meet felt like an eternity.
The way time passes slower when you're waiting for your favorite movie or your exam results.
I was equal parts excited and nervous.

I must've checked my hair and teeth atleast thirty times before I finally left my house around 1 PM.
Almost an hour before the decided time.
It felt weird leaving the house without being in a hurry like I usually was.
Maybe I should start trying to be punctual like this more often. But knowing me , I wouldn't ever be able do that.

I stopped by a small store on the way and grabbed some pumpkin pie flavored poptarts.
I didn't know what else to do.
Was I even supposed to take something?
I would've gotten some flowers but it might give the wrong impression.
It wasn't a date or anything after all. I wasn't the dating/marriage kind of person anyway.
I mean not that I would be appalled by that idea. It just wasn't me. I'd never be in a relationship or marry anyone.
Either way , it didn't matter , this was a friendly hangout first meet thing and I didn't wanna creep her out.

Maybe she would not like me in person.
I didn't know and I couldn't guess.
I had no idea what I was doing, really.
Hell, we hadn't even decided on some kind of identification like a particular colored shirt.
Maybe I'll just know when we meet.
I chuckled at the absurdity of the thought.
There was no way I would've been able to 'just know' if I saw her in public.
She could have the looks of a super-model or she could be the ugliest girl in the world.
Either way I wouldn't know.

But the good thing was the town was a fucking shithole and so was the place where we were gonna meet.
The one and only comic book store in the town.
The place where it all started.

Not a lot of people went to that store so it'd be fairly easy to identify Elle.
I checked my phone as soon as I reached.
It was still quarter to 2 , and I was getting more anxious by the second.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
I wasn't good with people.
Specially not the people I cared about.
I didn't wanna fuck this up.
I really really didn't wanna fuck this up.

I paced back and forth for a while before I leaned against the wall of the store and started playing random games on my phone.

I was only brought back to reality by a small fake cough beside me , the kind you do to get someone's attention. And it definitely got mine.
I looked up and .... wow FUCK!

"Winchester?", A smooth voice asked, British accent clear as day. I froze at the sound. I could hear it forever and I would never get bored of that voice.

I stared at the girl infront of me , I may have not even blinked for a while , "Elle?"

She nodded.
Elle nodded.
And I just stared.
I didn't want to stare but it was fucking impossible because fuck Elle was pretty.
She was absurdly pretty. She was insultingly pretty and sophisticated and I suddenly felt more self conscious in my black jeans and batman black hoodie.
She wasn't wearing anything extraordinary, she wore a simple blue sweater and plain dark jeans but god I couldn't care less about her clothes, I was just staring at her eyes.
She had the bluest eyes to have ever blued.
And I had seen blue eyes , I had blue eyes , my dad had blue eyes but Elle's eyes were a shade that I had never seen before.
I felt like I was looking at the earth from space.

Elle was so ridiculously pretty, it was as if god had been like 'you know what , I'm just gonna mix Alexandra Daddario and James McAvoy's prettiness and cuteness in a mixing bowl and I'll add the grace of a fucking angel to it because why the fuck not.
Now I wasn't prone to poetry, I wasn't a creative guy , but fuck I could write a sonnet about Elle's prettiness.