Click. Tap. Click. The keys clack rhythmically as I type. I wrack my brain for ideas that I can't seem to find. I hear a whoosh; a brisk wind enters the shop. I look up from my laptop and see a beautiful, lost boy at the door. He has mussed brown hair, that looks soft to the touch. His style is what one would describe as "preppy artist". He carries a leather notebook under his arm, and I wonder what's inside. He catches me staring, and I duck behind my computer screen. I feel my face heating up, and when I look back up, he's gone. I shrug my embarrassment away and put in my earbuds. Maybe music will give me some inspiration. My mind floats into the melodic tones, until I hear someone sitting down on the chair across from me. My eyes wander up, and I see the boy, jotting in his notebook. He looks my way, and I finally see his eyes.
His eyes are ethereal, otherworldly. A galaxy of blues, greens, and golds, tinged with silver. I feel like if I stare into them long enough, I might just fly off to another universe. The corner of his mouth tugs up when he notices my daze, but he doesn't interrupt. He just stares right back, like he can truly see into my soul. I eventually break the moment by lowering my eyes and continuing to type. I decide to start a new story; my mind was bursting with ideas now.
What would I write about? A lovely boy with ceaseless eyes in a black and white world.
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