Gary loved the way her hair shone in the sunlight through the window of the coffee shop. Every afternoon he sat on the table opposite her and drank in her beauty, letting his coffee turn cold.
There was no need to avert his gaze; she was always engrossed in her book, her pale fingers delicately turning each page.
Today he tried to make out the title of the book, tricking himself into thinking he would be able to stroll over and start a conversation.
His eyes involuntarily glanced back up to her face.
She was staring right at him, smiling.
There was no need to avert his gaze; she was always engrossed in her book, her pale fingers delicately turning each page.
Today he tried to make out the title of the book, tricking himself into thinking he would be able to stroll over and start a conversation.
His eyes involuntarily glanced back up to her face.
She was staring right at him, smiling.
