When I opened the door I couldn't help but stare a little. And it looked like she did the same. Her blonde hair was half up and half down. A few strands of hair fell out of her small bun. She looked beautiful in her baby blue sweater and white jeans. I have no idea why she wears summer colors in winter, but I love it.
Her lips on mine felt amazing. I want to stay in this moment forever. I never want to let go of her. I never want to not feel her lips on mine. The way she wrapped her arms around my neck made my stomach twist. I never feel like this. No girl has ever turned my worlds upside down like she does right now. I sweep my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she gives me it. Our tongues meeting.
'Shall we?' I ask. She nods. Her blonde hair moves with her when she walks. She holds my hand and we walk down the stairs that lead to the main entrance of the building. 'You live at a pretty interesting place.' She says. 'I know it's just temporary. I'm trying to find something new, but it's hard in Polis.' I say. She smiles. 'I work at a children's home. Christmas is hard for them because they don't have any family besides their siblings. I always organize something special for them. This year we decided that they could all invite their friends from school. That's what the cards were for. My coworker Niylah forgot to hand out the cards, that's why I was so late with them.' She says. I watch as she talks about something she seems to really love. It's really inspiring to see her talking about these kids so passionately. 'Sorry this is probably not good first date talk.' Clarke says. 'Clarke I love it.' I say. 'I don't think this is a good first date at all.' Clarke says. I see her getting all nervous. I lay my hand on top of hers. 'It's a great first date.' I say. 'It's not you probably expected some fancy party when I asked you out.' She says. 'I don't even like fancy parties.' I say. 'You don't?' She asks. 'No I don't, why?' I ask. 'You seemed like the type.' Clarke says. 'I own a coffee shop full of plants.' I chuckle. 'Wait you own that place?' She asks. I nod. 'I didn't know.' Clarke says. I smile and she smiles back.
'So what do you do?' I ask. 'Well I'm an artist, but it's not really paying the bills so I work at a kids' home. My mom owns the place but she isn't there a lot.' She says. 'I'm sorry your art doesn't pay the bills but I'm sure you will make it.' I say. 'Well I don't know it's hard.' She says. 'I'd love to buy some art from you for my coffee shop.' I say. 'Would you do that?' Clarke asks. 'Yeah.' I say. 'But you just met me.' She says. 'So?' I ask. She smiles. 'I can show you some things later.' She says. 'I'd love to see it.' I say. She smiles at me.
