“I’ve been staring at you,too.”
Those six words.
Those six words which came from your lips.
They were too much for a simple sentence. They were too unbelievable to be heard.
How?
How could you—a gorgeous man, whose standards would have never forgiven my existence, be staring at me? Could it be--
“Are you alright?”
Your voice brought me back to my senses. I was busy fantasizing about those six words that I hadn’t notice you were saying something that I obviously was not able to catch up on.
“You- You said you were staring at me…” I obnoxiously had said those words way before I could stop myself. I mentally noted how impulsive my tongue was.
“Too-“ you stated, cocking an eyebrow up, “-it would be really awkward if you’d missed out on you—staring at me,too.” You grinned and God help me, I stopped breathing.
“Why?” I asked softly as if I didn't sound more stupid than that.
You stopped for a while, eyebrows shot up, mouth hanging open, before finally saying, “Well, since the first time I came here—“ you leaned forward, tapping you pencil against the notebook, “—it had been almost always you and me in this place and it wouldn’t be right if I kept on staring at Micky, ‘cause you know—“ You raised your hand towards the counter, where Micky could have been, but I wasn’t sure since my back was facing the counter, and pouted trying to figure out what to say.
“He’s a guy. It’s so inappropriate to stare at him—in my case.” You said matter-of-factly while holding your chest and nodded, agreeing to your own statement.
I smiled. That was probably the funniest thing I have ever heard in my entire life. I hadn’t noticed that my breathing went back to normal not until I felt it hitch on my throat when you said,
“Besides, you’re beautiful. Too beautiful not to stare at.”
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The Fifth Date
RomanceHer Solitude. His Company. Her Silence. His Words. Her Americano. His Caramel Macchiato. Their Date. Their Fifth Date. -TheGreatDutchess #goodluckgeorgia
