As I came around the end of the aisle I looked around for him, but I couldn't see him. Then I spotted him slipping into an aisle further down and continued after him. He was almost to the end of the other aisle when I made it there. That was it, I wouldn't reach him if I kept just walking so I started jogging after him. He noticed and started walking quicker. I sped up and finally caught up with him. I got in front of him so he would look at me and stopped him. "Excuse me," I said, "I couldn't help but notice that you were over there at the coffee aisle while I was there. If you were waiting for me to leave I'm very sorry for troubling you." Without looking at me he mumbled that it was fine and started to turn away. I knew that this was my one chance so I pulled out my paper with A's art and pulled on the boy's arm so he would stop. Then I held up the paper in his face that was plastered with surprise and asked, "Is this your artwork?" He looked at me wide-eyed and quietly asked, "How did you know?" Full of excitement and losing my composure I grabbed both his hands and looked him straight in the eyes saying, "I LOVE your work!" I could hardly contain myself and then I noticed that he was looking away from me and blushing beet red. Suddenly I realized what I'd done. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I'm not usually this brash." I quickly exclaimed. He quickly looked back at me and said, "No no it's fine. I just don't like a lot of attention. I'm not used to having people recognize me." I then explained that I only recognized him because of there being a mirror in the background of one of his pictures online. I then went on and on about how much I loved his work and how it made me really deeply think. I told him about how I always seemed to get lost in his art. Suddenly something came over me and I blurted, "I've always wanted to meet you! Just looking at your art I feel like I've known you forever and sometimes I feel like we're destined to be together!" When I realized what I'd just confessed I drew back with a gasp and covered my mouth as if that would keep the words from spilling out. "When I see your work it feels like each painting and drawing are somehow meant for me and that you already know my soul." He just looked at me in shock and reached up with one hand and pulled on his hair making it shield my view of his blue eyes. I knew that I didn't really know him and it really wasn't my place to do it, but I reached up and brushed his hair out of his face revealing his watering eyes and blushing face. He looked back at me with those eyes and again I couldn't control my self and continued to quietly profess my love for this boy that I didn't even know. For however long it was afterward we just kind of stared into each other's eyes not even blinking. Even though we didn't really know each other it felt like time stopped and the world around us ceased to exist and in those moments I knew that although I knew nothing about him he and I were meant to be together. Our souls themselves having been connected since the day we were born and our lives somehow crossing. Then the moment was over and time started flowing again and I drew a breath realizing I had been holding it the entire time. The boy, still shocked, blushed and leaned in toward me. He, in a low whisper, asked me what my name was. I whispered back, "Rose, what's yours?" He whispered, "Andrew" Then I pulled out my phone and asked if we could exchange numbers. He nodded his head and we gave each other our phone numbers. Once we were finished we stood there for a second then he awkwardly looked away and asked if I wanted to go and sit over at the cafe with him, I said yes and we made our way over the cafe and sat down across from each other.
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Hello again dear readers! Sorry again about these being a little short. Next chapter will be out tomorrow so stay tuned. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's going a little fast but, this is how it's supposed to go. In the next part I'll do a little description of what Rose and Andrew look like.
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Artist at the Market
RomantikRose, a 17 year old girl art enthusiast, meets Andrew, a 17 year old aspiring artist, at their local supermarket. When Rose discovers that Andrew is the artist behind her favorite pieces of artwork she knows she has to be friends with him, but maybe...