The coffee shop was bustling with customers. The aroma of coffee beans swept to each corner. I typed away on my computer. The rain pelted on the windows. The music that was playing was a rock style one. I had been around for about an hour it seemed like.
I looked up to scan my surroundings. I was around half way through the room, when I saw a nonexistent ray of light. It looked like my mind was playing with me. It was radiant. The boy standing under it had luscious, brown hair. He flipped it to one side. It was dramatically in slow motion. My eyes just could not look away. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. He flashed an alluring smile towards me. He probably needed a word that surpassed the definition of beauty. He must have a girlfriend because you just could not leave something that gorgeous unattended. He began to walk towards me. I began to get nervous. My fingers were tingling.
"Hey, i'm new around here and I was wondering if you could tell me where the nearest bank is."
I just stared at him with my bulging eyes. Just speechless. He stared at me and then said," Well, ok." he walked off and out of the coffee shop. I had made a complete fool of myself.This was my first and last chance to talk this heavenly being. He was simply angelic. I went back to my work and tried to forget about him.
The next day I went to the bank. My favorite place of all time. Well, not exactly. I opened the doors and stepped inside to find an available teller. The man in front of me was arguing profusely saying that he had a considerable amount in his account but appeared to be missing. He turned around to face me to leave. His hair went in a flowing motion. Its brown resilience shone like an angel's halo. My brain went on alert. I knew who it was. It was the god of beauty. The one from the coffee shop. I was rendered speechless once again. He looked at me with an eye of familiarity.
"I've seen you before. Where have I seen you?"
I looked at him, not a word escaped my mouth.
"Oh right, you're the girl from the shop across the street."
"See you around."
I watched him once again escape into the world. This time I was not going to let him get away. I had to get his number. I jumped into my car and followed the red Nissan he had entered. I tracked his license plate 53125Z. He exited off the highway and began to drive into a very sketchy neighborhood. Maybe he was visiting a friend. My car slowly followed behind.
His motor stopped abruptly in front of a small house. It reminded me of a quaint little cottage mixed with a house from a horror story. It had vines grown all over the white picket fence. The grass lay dead. The house was painted with a peeling white paint. The porch creaked with every slight movement of the wind. He meandered towards his door and went inside the dark house. I took a deep breath. It was totally worth it to go and see what he was up to and possibly even become the best of friends.
I opened the gate slowly and went through the back of the house to peer in. He was no where in sight. I tugged at the torn screen door, and to my surprise, it opened. The house had a musty smell of mold. The furniture was torn and beat up. No pictures of family or of anything hinting to who he might be was present. After a few steps, I came upon a hollow white door with a nicked brass knob. I heard noise from down there. I ventured that he could have gone in here. I opened the door cautiously. The door led to many stairs leading down to a lighted area. Along the stairs was a little hole where light flooded through. I pranced to the hole along the stairway and saw a group of men dressed up in black suits. They were not the type of suits you wear to work, but rather suits that covered your entire body up to the neck. They had leather gloves on along with military boots. They also dawned ski masks. All of them were holding a black object. They appeared to be guns. I knew I had to get out of here. As I was making my way to the door I had entered previously, I tripped on a loose piece of floorboard on one of the steps. I heard one of the men say see what that is. I quickly got up and ran for the exit. To my dismay, I ran into the beautiful guy that I stalked here. He looked deeply into my eyes with questionable glance. I rose and he said, "Why are you even here? How much have you seen? You're just this random girl that I saw. How did you know that I lived here?"
All these questions remained unanswered. He grabbed me briskly by the wrist and lead me downstairs. The man all pointed their guns at me. He then replied, "It's ok. She won't cause trouble."
He put me in the corner of the room where he ordered guards to stand in front of me. He went over to this very elaborate and advanced piece of technology. He began solving complicated logarithms. I assumed he was very intelligent for his age. He just looked breathtaking every second. His mind was like a human computer. He didn't seem from this earth based upon his looks and wits. He abruptly said, "Now men, our plans must not be behind schedule. We need to keep on track."
