The Inevitable

Everyday I sit in the same exact spot looking at the same exact thing. The busy streets of New York City always interested me on a weekly basis, but ever since that girl started showing up she interested me more. Her hair was always pushed behind her ears to keep it from falling onto the edges of the book she was always engrossed in. Everyday I saw her and she always carried a different book. The pages looked torn and dirty, but it didn't seem to matter to her one bit. She would always push her glasses higher onto her face whenever they would slip slightly, interfering with her view. She never once looked up from the book so I never got to know what lay behind those glasses of hers, but it always interested me. I would sit and imagine if she was a brown eyed girl or blue eyed one. If her eyes sparkled when she talked or crinkled ever so slightly when she laughed. I never really thought I would ever know until one day when I was sitting quietly at one of the Coffee Shop tables. My eyes fixated at the same exact spot it had been for the past week when she closed the book, sat in on the table in front of her and lifted her head up to look at her surroundings. Her eyes landed on me and the moment we made eye contact I could honestly say I never saw anything more beautiful in my life. Her eyes were a bright blue, like the sky on a cloudless day. They shined bright just by the way the light was framing her. Even though I only got a glimpse of the mysterious eyes I have been imagining so long to see it seemed to spark something inside of me. Something I haven't felt in so long and as I brought the steaming coffee up to my lips I could feel the sides of my lips curl up into a much needed smile. Something I haven't felt in so long and to think it all happened in the Coffee Shop.