at least you're cute by girlgrouptrash101 on tumblr
You woke up earlier than usual, the sun peeking its way through the blinds in your bedroom. You put on your glasses, checking your phone aimlessly, before stretching and getting up.
You headed into the kitchen to have breakfast, yawning as your bare feet felt the cold of the tiles underneath them. You hadn't made any plans with anyone, and you didn't plan to either. You hadn't been by yourself for a long time, which you didn't mind of course, you had school and friends and family to occupy your time, but you finally had a day off to have some alone time.
You got dressed, slinging your backpack over your shoulders and heading out to town. You walked with your head down, watching as you scuffed your feet against the footpath. It was a sunny day, and you enjoyed the sun as it kissed your skin with a warmth that hadn't been felt in a long time, after a long, cold winter.
Your first stop was a small coffee shop, one you often ventured to during exam time, it was usually quiet enough for you to focus on your studies, and keep yourself awake with a good coffee. The barista recognized you, flashing you a bright smile as she keyed in your regular order. You took it to go, not wanting to waste any more of your day.
You looked in a few thrift shops, managing to find a hoodie that suited your style. For the most part, you didn't have anywhere in mind to go to, you just wandered wherever your feet took you.
Eventually, you were in a part of town you didn't recognize. It was incredibly picturesque, almost as if someone had taken a typical lock screen from a computer and recreated it in real life.
There was a building at the end of the street that piqued your interest when you saw it. It was a quaint little bookshop, and you couldn't help but satisfy your own curiosity as you peered in the window, so you went in.
The old door groaned as you pushed it open, the action causing a little bell to ring as you went in. A lady with small spectacles sitting on the bridge of her nose smiled at you as you entered, looking away again to concentrate again on the book that was sitting open on her desk.
You looked around, craning your neck at the shelves that were displayed in front of you. The shop was a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside, as you looked down at what seemed to be endless aisles of shelves. There were books everywhere, little piles stacked up on the ground, on little tables, even doubled up on some of the shelves. A small smile appeared on your face as you noticed the small radio on the woman's desk, playing some song you had never heard in your life. You decided to venture deeper, looking around at what the many shelves had to offer.
You could almost taste the dust in the air, and by the looks of it, some of the books around you hadn't been touched in years. You didn't mind though, you were enjoying reading the blurbs of all the books that caught your eye, so many of them that hadn't been bestsellers at their time were obviously long forgotten to even exist.
You didn't remember when, but along your journey through the shop, you had started dancing to the music that was coming out of the radio you saw earlier.
After a while, the sound of the bell rang out through the shop, but you payed no heed to it as you carried on your exploration, bopping up and down and shaking your head to whatever came on the radio next.
Eventually, the song changed to something a little more upbeat, and you started swaying a bit. You couldn't dance at all, but you were just enjoying yourself. You finally stopped in your tracks when you spun around, your fingers clicking and you were humming along. You froze in your tracks when you saw her.
She was wearing a skirt and a blouse, accompanied with a pair of boots, along with thigh high socks. Her mouth was hid behind her hand as she laughed at you. Your cheeks burned bright red as you watched her, giggling at you, her chocolate brown hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes curved up into crescent moons.
"Ah.. Hey there." You said, straightening up and adjusting your glasses. Your cheeks burned even more red as you looked down at your feet, too shy to make any eye contact.
"You suck at dancing, you know that?" She said finally, taking a step towards you. She leaned against the nearest shelf, adjusting the tote bag that was perched upon her shoulder. You didn't reply, only continuing to look down and try and hide your blush.
"Hey, you don't have to be so shy. You may suck, but at least you're cute as hell." She said, a smirk on her face as you finally looked up at her.
You took in all her features properly, your words catching in your throat, your mouth barely opening as you tried your best to string a sentence together. She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head and walking even closer towards you.
"Uhm.. Thanks?.. I mean.. You too. Yeah you too." You replied, scratching the back of your neck and looking around for a possible escape from how awkward you were being at that minute.
"Can I get your number?" She asked bashfully after a few seconds, holding out her phone for you to enter your number in. You complied of course, giving her your phone so she could do the same thing.
"You have some good books there, I'm sure you'll enjoy them." The girl finally said, nodding her head towards the couple of novels that were nestling in the crook of your arm as you spoke.
"Do you uh... mind if I ask your name?" You asked her, after you had nodded a quick thanks for her previous comment.
"It's Yves. And yours is?" She replied, making your heart skip a beat as she pushed a lose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"It's Y/N." You said, smiling a little as she grinned at you.
"Well Y/N, i'll text you soon, I want to take you out on a date. If that is, of course, okay with you." She said, looking at you with those eyes you kept getting yourself lost in.
"Oh yeah! Of course. No problem." You said, Yves laughing at the excitement in your tone.
"Good. I'll let you get back to your dancing then Y/N. See you soon." She finally said, still smiling as she turned on her heel, going to buy the book that she had in her hand. You turned around to look back at the shelf, letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in. You did a little jump for joy, wondering how you got so lucky, before dancing again to the cheesy music from the radio.
