Sad Girl Autumn

The Warmth from the cup of chai you cradle in those hands- the lipstick mark on the lid from her first tentative sips. The wonder in her eyes as she takes it all in. Walking out the door- orange leaves crunching beneath her feet, the wind making the tendrils of her hair whip about. Walking away without knowing how utterly enchanting she was.
A short story of a woman romanticizing the beautiful stranger she sees everyday- until suddenly she's not a stranger anymore.