Coffee On Rainy Mornings

He walked in the coffee shop on the rainy morning
Head tilted down with the absence of adrenaline like he usually had
His kaleidoscopic eyes scanned the premises briefly
But the only being there was in fact the girl in the farthest booth in the corner.
Her curly, short brown hair framed her heart shaped face
Her bangs curly and frizzy from the moist atmosphere
Tamed by a grey beanie
Her doe-like eyes were a pleasant sight to see
The tips of her hair were light shades of pastel rose
A pretty color for a pretty girl
She stared outside the window
Watching the tremendously beautiful storms argue in their wake
Her body seemed small and frail
As the large sweater she had on seemed to fall off of one pretty little shoulder
She brought the cup of coffee to her full lips, taking a sip.
Then, she turned and stared directly back at him. He didn't move, speak, or breathe, because she was the most breathtaking woman he had ever seen, and once she smiled and waved, he couldn't help but smile too...