☾Angel☽ Hemmings A.U.

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Heaven lost an angel.
That's the first thing I thought when I saw her. Her hair was the perfect mixture of blonde and brunette making it a stunning dirty blonde. It seemed perfect. Her eyes were a brilliant blue with a little hazel circle just around the pupil. Her eyes were beautiful. The clothes she wore were almost always white, she occasionally wore grey, or black, but mainly white. This just furthered my belief that she was an angel. People thought she was weird, because she only wore white but she was perfect to me.
Okay now I just sound like a stalker, I've seen her face around the town but I don't even know her name. I just know that she is perfect to me.
"Hey Luke, how are you today?" A voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hi Tiffany. I'm great, how are you?"
"Amazing, now that you're here." She giggled.
Tiffany had the blondest hair I had ever seen, there was no way it wasn't dyed. Her eyes where this shade of brown that most guys would find breath taking, but for me they were just dull. No eyes could ever compare to my angel. Her face was always covered in makeup. Every time I saw her I am so tempted to say, your face ain't a coloring book. But I could never do that. I am way too shy to do that.
Tiffany placed a hand on the table, completely resting her weight on the table. She was so skinny I was surprised she didn't get blown away in a breeze. From leaning on the table I could get a full view of her cleavage but I just awkwardly said,
"Excuse me but you are kind of leaning on my table."
"Oh sorry." She said removing her body from my table. She then began smacking her gum in an annoying way, twirling a lock of fake hair, in her perfectly manicured hands, her nail were a bubble gum pink, matching her lipstick.
"So what do you want today?" Her nasally voice was giving me a headache.
"Just an iced tea please."
"Oh." She sighed, "You sure you don't want food, the pies are super sweet, almost as sweet as your server." She giggled again.
"No Tiffany I would just like an iced tea."
"Alright, if you're sure." She seemed deflated.
"Yes Tiffany, I am sure."
"Alright coming right up."
As she strutted off her six inch heels clicking as she walked, I am almost positive that she was swinging her hips more than usual but I didn't pay any attention. I was busy looking out the window. She was sitting on the bench she always sits at.
Every week she reads a different book. Sometimes the book repeats but today it was a new one. Today she was reading 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'. I thought she was the perfect example of a wallflower. Nobody seemed to ever notice her, she blended in perfectly. A glance from a stranger she would blend in to the crowd, but she stood out to me.
Today she was wearing a white dress. It had lace sleeves that went a little bit past her elbows. The dress its self was just above her knee. I could tell she was uncomfortable with it because she kept trying to tug it down. A black belt was right before the dress flowed out. It looked flawless.
Her hair fluttered around her from the slight breeze that was blowing today. She kept pushing it behind her ear, but a few minutes later it would flutter out in front of her eyes blocking her view from the book. I could tell she was getting flustered. I fiddled with my lip ring as I watched her. I dreamed about how I would be perfect with her.
A glass being placed in front of me startled me out of my thoughts. I looked over to Tiffany. She had the fakest smile I had ever seen. I quickly glanced out the window, hoping Tiffany wouldn't see. Unfortunately she did.
"Oh that girl. I hear she only wears white, like my gosh how do you do that. Doesn't she know that you can't wear white past Labour Day? It is like the simplest rule in fashion. Plus white gets so tiring. You should only wear white one day a week. And you should wear pink on Wednesdays."
I ignored the Mean Girls reference. She probably learned that I loved mean girls. She always finds the things I love and always gives 'subtle' hints. For example last week she bought me a giant penguin stuffy. I added it to my numerous other ones. I began to zone her out when she began to talk about this new eye shadow she bought the other day.
I turned my gaze out the window and saw she stopped reading 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'. She was holding onto a Polaroid camera, taking a picture of the sky. I tried to look up but the awning of the café blocked my view. I wonder what she was taking a picture of. As the picture came out of the camera she looked at. She smiled admiring her work.
A hand on my arm broke me out of my daze.
"Lukey were you listening to me?" a nasally voice inquired.
"Oh what, yeah. Um nice eye shadow. It really brings out your blue eyes." I stuttered.
"My eyes are brown." She said, I could tell she was annoyed.
I looked back out the window and she was gone. Well no point in staying now. I quickly finished sipping my iced tea.
"Here is five bucks that should cover the iced tea, keep the change." I say to Tiffany as I shuffle towards the door.
"Bye come again." Hasn't she realized that I come here every day, because I sure have noticed she worked here every day?
"Bye." I mumbled before stepping into the warm Australian sun.