Must Be Love - h.s. au

I admired him; the way he walked, the way his British accent slipped off of his tongue in the most beautiful and graceful way possible. I admired the way his eyes were so green and bright, the way his long, almost girl-like legs looked in his dark jeans he wore all the time.
I admired him in so many ways that the utmost simplicity of him walking into a coffee shop gets me going. But who am I to be gazing at this fine young man?