Coffee On Rainy Mornings

Coffee On Rainy Mornings

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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...
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C O M P L E T E D Previously called: They Met On A Sunday ☙❦❧ "Beautiful," he mumbled to himself as he studied the way her hair fell down her shoulders. How her cheekbones sat. How her eyelashes brushed her brow bone. Everything about her. "Hmm?" she sounded out. She heard what he said, but refused to believe he was saying it about her. She was probably hallucinating. She shook her head to try and clear her mind. He watched her in amusement. "Um sorry," she mumbled, "I think I'm hearing things." She laughed awkwardly, letting her eyes stray from his face and look at anything else she could possibly look at. "No you weren't," he corrected her. "You heard right." She lifted her head in surprise and he was already smirking. The glint in his eyes told her that he wasn't lying either. Her heart swelled and she bit her lip instinctively. He groaned. "Fuck Delilah don't do that," his eyes darkened as he admired her plump lips, waiting for the moment he could kiss them. "For my sake." ☙❦❧ A story about a girl who thought she loved a boy; a story about a boy the girl didn't love. ☙❦❧ #1 in the Bouquet Bunch Short Story. Cover by @xtruebeautyx Copyright ©

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