The effects of reading too much Y/A books
He looked at me, his eyes completely fixated on mine. A look was painted across his face. It was like trying to understand an abstract piece of art. Decrypting and trying to comprehend. The overwhelming feeling it brought upon me. I was confused, flustered, and nervous all at once. He started his way over to me. My heart began to pound. I can't do anything but focus on his ebony eyes. The chatter of voices, the faint sound of music, clanking of ice against cups, pouring of coffee. All of it. Comes to complete silence in the small café. “Is this chair being used” parts from his attractively crooked mouth. His voice is slow and raspy, distracting me from what he’s just stated. The words finally processed and my shoulders slump as I mentally punch myself for thinking some mysterious and attractive guy in a coffee shop would actually want to talk to me. I force a smile and shake my head no while also spilling the words then shove my face back into my book. A book I should probably put down considering my thoughts towards a complete stranger just making their way over to ask a simple question.
- An innominate being
