Only you (One Shot)

Only you

My dearest Ethan,

Ever since you walked into my father's pub last week, I have been struggling not to think about you.

Or your brown hair. 

Or your sparkling brown eyes. 

Or your perfectly imperfect face. 

Or your gorgeous dimples.

Or your smile. 

Or your black Nirvana t-shirt. Not that I was a notably big fan of Nirvana but it really did fit you quite well. 

By the time you sat at the bar, I was cleaning the mess I had made while preparing a milkshake for my previous client. 

When you were ready to order, you rang the tiny bell in front of you. As I lifted my head up to face you, I slightly hit myself at the counter.

"Ouch" I mumbled under my nose.

"Are you okay?" you asked with visible concern in your eyes.

When I looked in your eyes to give an answer, I realized that my whole world was staring back at me, and instead, I stood there unable to utter a single sound. For a few moments, I didn't even realize your lips were moving, and I only got out of the trans when you rang the bell once again.

"That must have hurt a lot." you suggested. 

It took me a few more moments to come up with a reply.

"Yeah. Yeah, it did hurt a lot." I took a deep breath before proceeding to speak. "What would you like to order?"

"Just a cola, please." you replied. I was extremely happy to find out that I wasn't the only one who would enter a pub and occupy a place at the bar just to order a cola that I could otherwise bring home. It made me feel less odd than I had felt before.

Then, after we exchanged a few more pleasant words, you paid your bill and left the pub. And as soon as you walked out of the door, I realized something. 

I didn't know anything about you. 

I didn't know your name, I didn't know how old you were, I didn't know whether you were a local or a visitor... And worst of all, I didn't know if I would ever see you again, which terrified me.

It was a breath of relief to see that you had left your contact details on the bill.

"Ethan Jones

0777394576

Call me"

The only reason why I have yet not done as you requested is that I'm scared you might not live up to my expectations. And believe me, I have had enough disappointments in my love life at this point. I don't need any others.

 But still, I would give my all to see you just one more time. 

I'm not like the other girls out there. I don't need a Perfect Date - I don't want a fancy restaurant, a picnic under the stars or an unforgettable adventure. I don't even expect flowers. 

All I need is you. Only you.

Forever Yours,

Violet Brown