Red Lips

01

Dylan's POV

She was sitting on that same bright orange stool she sat at almost every day. I didn't know why I watched her everyday maybe it was her red lips that dragged me in. Or maybe her mysterious persona and somewhat eerie attitude.

I saw how she held herself with grace and class, she was a rebel in disguise. She intrigued me, and I was going to talk to her today. I slowly start to walk up to her she was obviously oblivious of my presence as she stirred her tea with one hand and flipped a page with another.

I tapped her shoulder and she jumped. "Im sorry I didn't mean to scare you or anything but I just wanted to talk to you or anything but I just wanted to talk to you" I begin. She looks alarmed; frightened almost. "I see your into the classics 'sense and sensibility' that's a good one." "Yeah Jane Austin is a really good author, I practically worship her" she says with a laugh.

She finally speaks and it feels like the world has stopped because I realize that she was talking to me with her slight British accent; small and dainty.

"Im Mya" she continues sticking her hand out for me to shake. "D-Dylan I say nervously shaking her hand delicately. "Well nice to meet you harry, but I simply must go, I have a prior engagement." She grabs her jacket and speeds off. "Mya" I whisper under my breath as I watch her exit the quaint coffee shop. I look at her lipstick stained coffee cup that she left behind, grab it, then rush after her.

"Mya your coffee" I yell looking around frantically. She was gone. Like Cinderella leaving something behind, mysterious, beautiful, cunning. I simply must get to know her.

Mya

Dylan was weird, nice but weird. No guy has ever walked up to me and asked me to "talk" well maybe in High school but it was usually just to hook up afterwards.

He seemed like a genuinely good person. There isn't much of those in the world anymore. Not after what happened to my parents do I believe that.

I don't believe in love really or maybe I'm just scared of it. Im scared of a lot of things. I sat in the taxi as it rushed down Main Street. Reapplying my red lipstick I stuffed it back into my cross body bag as the taxi came to a stop. I took out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to the driver.

"Keep the change Thomas" he smiles at me warmly, I was feeling happy.

I practically take taxis everywhere so I know almost all the drivers in New York. I walk into the orphanage grabbing the Id tag by the door and slipping it around my neck.

I walk into the cafeteria and see a mess of children running around throwing food. This place never fails to amaze me. "Mya Mya Mya! Brianna is throwing food" Liliana says; one of my favorite little girls

I pick her up and turn her upside down as she lets out a high pitched shrill. "I missed you Mya why didn't you come yesterday" her deep brown eyes looking at me. I think about my roommate Sierra and her stupid boyfriend problems aiding her and helping her all day.

I wish I had her problems not threatening calls from my boyfriend in jail I shudder at the thought.

"I had to help a friend Lil." "Well yesterday I had an interview with a nice family I don't think it went well her big brown eyes glistening with tears.

Liliana has been here for a little over 5 years and im appalled at the fact that she hasn't been adopted. She really is wonderful person, I wish I could adopt her but I can barely take care of myself.

I hear multiple dishes shatter and Liliana runs to the sound, I grab the broom and trudge over to the mess. It was going to be another long day.