That day, Namjoon went to a different cafe because the one he usually goes to, has shut down because of financial problems.
He started walking straight even though he doesn't actually know where the hell he is heading to. He saw a cafe which looked vintage but is filled with history. Vines and flowers covered the roof like a crown, the corners were a bit cracked but it still looked like art, drawings by children saying how much they adore this cafe was hung in the out in the windows with a washed out washi-tape, the wall was painted lavender and white with a strong scent of eucalyptus circling his area. Everything about this cafe made Namjoon's heart become heavy.
He entered the cafe and the tinker-bell door bell, rung.
"What would you like to get?" a old women appearing out of nowhere. She was stubby and short, her hair was up in a bun and she wore circle glasses with a golden frame while wearing a coral pink flower dress and an apron with tiny hearts floating.
" A cup of warm yuzu tea, please". The women smiled, wrinkles grew outside her eyes and from the looks of it, she must be really tired.
After Namjoon received the his tea, he went to the back of the cafe and place his tea on the table top.
He found shelves after shelves of books of all genres. Carefully, Namjoon rubbed the spine and pulling it out gently as blow the dust away.
Gulliver's travel
He returned the book and went to find the books about what he truly loves the most; constellations. He found a shelf filled with everything astronomy, he tilted his head sideways seeing the titles. When he found a book about the theory of dark matter and the meaning of constellations. As he got those two books, he went to get a third book about the galaxies. He found what he wanted but then suddenly, someone from the other side took it. Namjoon peaked through the gap to find eyes, beautiful, big, brown doe eyes that could tell you many stories.
Those doe eyes then turned huge and surprised.
You have such wonderful eyes that could sparkle the entire night.
YOU ARE READING
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Non-Fictionthe boy with crescent moon eyes and the one falling for it. + © gojibewy