Elegantly Wasteful.

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I'm writing this story to participate in the #LookingForAlaskaContest 2019.

Third person's POV:

Ella was sitting at the far corner of the most famous coffee shop in the town, thinking about 2 things.

(1.) Her parents and (2.) the story she was writing about. Her parents had gotten a divorce when she was 17 and now she was 22. Her mother died in an accident 2 years ago, and that was the first time she saw her father after that divorce. The reason behind her parent's divorce was that his father, Mr. Jilten, was cheating on his wife. He had already married someone else 3 years before their divorce and he came rarely came home. But when he did, Ella would have to hide in her room and would still hear shouting and banging from their room. The last time she had been happy and smiled freely was when she was 13, when her father still loved her dearly.

She was afraid now. Afraid to trust people. Everyone in her world broke her trust.

Her thoughts now suddenly drifted to her story. This was the thing she always wanted to, be a writer. She had completed writing her features as her book's  character, but she was having difficulty with the boy's features.

She looked up and around to find someone whose features she could write easily. Just then her eyes stopped and closed in on a waiter's face. Her heart stopped- eyes wide and blood frozen.

The waiter moved from one table to another and then came to Ella's table to take her order.

"Good eve-" he stopped, too. Both of them were too frozen to speak.

Ella zoomed her eyes on his face.
Beautiful bronze skin, warm deep blue electric eyes, dark brown locks falling on his forehead, a dark shade of pink lips - almost like a scarlet rose, eyelashes touching the apple's of his cheeks when he looked down. She was suddenly jealous.

'How can someone have such long lashes?' Her heart whispered to her mind.

His nose the epitome of perfection. Eyes shaped like an almond. His face - the shape of a heart.

He recovered and cleared his throat.

"Ma'am?" He asked, his voice raspy.

"Uh, uh, yeah, a c-caramel latte please," she half-whispered, stuttering.

He turned around swiftly and walked away, still half shocked.

She started to write about his features, her hands shaking terribly. She couldn't write, she couldn't describe a person so beautiful, her heart ached. It pumped in her chest so fast it was like she ran a marathon or two.

Five minutes later, when he came back with the coffee, she was still trembling. He first placed a paper under the tray and then placed the tray and walked away.

Confused by his actions, she opened the paper with shaking fingers.

'I've never seen someone as beautiful as you, and I still dont know that you're real but if you are then I won't be able to forget you, ever," it said.

She turned the paper and saw a number written there perfectly. She smiled and saved his number, scribbling her own under his.

She then took the caramel latte in her hand and walked out, blushing furiously.

She couldn't sleep the whole night, his beautiful face etched into her eyelids.

***

At 7 in the morning, she pushed herself off the bed and made her way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. She had to go to the library as she worked there as the receptionist. The salary was quite good, enough for her necessities.

By 2 o'clock she was way too exhausted, and the library was almost empty, so she took out her phone from her pocket and checked a few messeges. She opened a messege from the 'coffee shop guy.'

'Would you like to meet me? Tonight, central park, at 7?'

She read the messege twice and jumped up from the seat, surprised.

^^^^^

Ella reached home by 6, finishing her shift at the library. She quickly started scrambling through all the clothes she had. She took out a black 'bts' sweatshirt and black tights.

She quickly ran outside to the cab that was waiting for her. Reaching the central park 15 minutes later, she looked around and spotted him in a beat. Although it was still 6:30, both of them were there.

He too, was wearing a black shirt that clung to his body perfectly. Now that she remebers, she never noticed his physical appearance, stunned by the beauty that was his face.

She walked over to him.

"Hey," she breathed out.

He jerked up in a second."H-hi," He said.

"Surprisingly, I don't even know your name,"

"I'm Ella Jilten, and you are?"

"Mason Russo,"

They sat there in silence for a minute, not knowing what to say.

"Let's play twenty questions," Mason suggested.

"What was your first impression about me?" Ella asked nervously.

"Well, I cannot say anything. I have never seen anyone so- so breathtaking. You didn't have the slightest bit of makeup on but your skin was still as clear as a crystal, your hair - long and straight, pink cheeks, red lips, hazel eyes, shocked face," he chuckled at the part, all the while not meeting her eyes.

"You have any siblings?" He asked.

"Uh, n-n-no,"

Ella was touchy about this subject, and as if Mason knew that something is wrong, he didn't push it further.

"Y-you?" Ella asked.

"Yeah, I have a younger sister,"

"Oh, I would love to meet her someday,"

"You would?"

"Yeahhh....."

And like that, they talked about their likes, dislikes, music, restaurants. The love they had fallen into, at first sight, their miseries, their sorrows, their fears, the things that excite them and they didn't even know when it was already 9.

They ate icecream at Ella's favourite icecream parlour, and promised to meet at the coffee shop-after mason's shift. Mason promised to bring his sister, kissed her cheek and watched as she slowly walked upstairs to her apartment. Her cheeks still hot from the little kiss. Mason chuckled lightly at her actions and walked away.

And that one night at the central park changed Ella's miserable life into a happy place as they got married after a year.

And Ella's mother had once said to her.

"Love has no reason. It's just a connection and a promise to keep forever. All you need is a person who makes you feel like you are enough. Accepts you just for who you are."

And in those hours at the central park, they just felt like they were enough. They clicked, they felt like they had known each other forever.

Love happened, just at the right time, in just the right way.