Scarlet:
I am sitting here at an empty table in the coffee shop at the corner of Apple Avenue. The light above me is flickering and the air smells of scones and diluted windex. Makes sense due to how I am eating a crappy scone on a damp table. I'm thinking of you. I'm thinking of when we first met. Here. In this coffee shop. I was sitting in the booth just across the way from this table. Originally I sat closest to the entrance. I saw you and slowly made my way closer and closer. Judging by the various glances you gave me- you noticed. But not as much as I noticed you. I studied your face closer then I studied my favorite book. From the top. Your forehead looked as if you never dared to scrunch your eyebrows together In a sticky situation. On your eyelids you only wore a thin linear just enough to make them stand out. You didn't wear any face makeup. If doing so it would cover your freckles- which would hide every cursive secret you were yet to tell me. Your nose was to buried into a book to describe, but your mouth was visible. Your lips parted just so slightly I could see your left front tooth was chipped. Your lips were glistening. You were shinning. And I knew that I was in love.
