Cold Coffee

wonderstruck { ii }

Finally, on his second week of returning, I asked the mysterious boy his name.
Luke he shyly muttered, with his head of caramel colored hair drowning in his book. His glistening eyes were full of bliss as he read each word.
I wish he would look at me like that.

I smiled and left him with his black coffee.I smiled at the thought that his coffee would eventually become cold because he was so absorbed by his book; just like everyday.

All day I wondered about Luke. I wanted to learn about him, about every habit and flaw he owned.

Luke left me wonderstruck.