strangers | tsukkiyama

1. ᴄᴀᴘᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇ

You didn't catch my attention right away
I won't deny this
But once you did
I swear I couldn't look away
-unknown

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🌙ᴋᴇɪs ᴘᴏᴠ🌙

Wake up, college, do work, go to cafe and watch this cute boy (aka freckles) well not in a weird way like a stalker, I just glance over at him and see what he's doing. It's not like I watch his socials or follow him everywhere, that's just weird.

He has this jaw-length olive green-brown hair, and a cowlick sticking up like an antenna. There would be times when he comes in with a half pony tail, and damn he's fucking cute. He also has these mesmerizing brown-black eyes, he would occasionally wear these black Times New Roman glasses. His fashion sense is amazing, the type of clothes he wear tell some stuff about him. For example he must have money, enough money to buy those type of clothes. Second he might be majoring in fashion, no one can pull that off just cause it's something random. Third thing, it tells me the type of person he is, he never wears dark clothes or bright clothes, the colors he wear are soft mostly earthy colors. Sometimes when I see his face from across the cafe his cheeks are darker then the rest of his face, since I've never been to close to him, I can't tell what it is, so my guess is freckles. His voice is soothing, well actually I've only heard his voice once, the time when he caught my attention. (a/n, yes he can see his eyes perfectly but not his freckles -w-)

I would go to the cafe everyday to get a break from my family and college work, (though most of the time I would do homework, or stuff that would be considered work) I would enter the cafe without looking for/at someone just sit down or go and ask for coffee, drink something. But know everytime I go to the cafe I would look for him. Since I go there everyday, I know who goes there and how frequently they come. I know I said I don't pay attention to people but it's like a fun little game. I would only pay attention to the new people. Since I wouldn't pay attention to him, guess I can consider him as a person who went there before I started going there.

The first time he caught my attention was when he had an accident. Someone bumped into him and splashed there coffee on him. Since it's was a hot coffee, he obviously screamed/yelled to get everyones attention. He was so sorry saying it was his fault, I mean no, Freckles, he was the one who bumped into you, you shouldn't be apologizing. That was the first and I think last time I will ever hear his voice. Every since that day I kept my eye on him, wanting to know who he was, but the more time I stared at him the deeper I was falling for him.

He seems so nice, or just calm. Everytime he comes here he would be holding some type of book, or writing pad, sometimes with both. He would sit in a booth or somewhere that's close to a window. When he reads his eyes glimmer with joy. When he brings both of the things he would transition from one thing to the other. I believed he's writing notes about the book or it could be something else. When he only brings out the writing pad, he would always be looking around the cafe or look outside. He would write things down (not knowing what it is though). I wonder what he's writes down.

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°this chapter was short, I'm probably going to make them longer
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-ghost