I Can Hardly Make You Mine || Valerie & Beau
For once, the boy with eyes as rich as the coffee beans that had once been before they were processed into a steaming substance that circulated in a cup that rested dormant on the table in front of him, was speechless. His face which almost always remained in a state of neutrality, couldn't help but twist into a coy smile. There didn't have to be a rhyme or reason as to why he was the antitheses of his normal self when it came to one person; Valerie.
Beau pressed his back deeper into the frame of the wooden chair sitting in the corner of is his favorite local coffee shop located in the heart of Manhattan, where it had been for the majority of his growing lifetime. The various sounds immersed Beau into oblivion as the rest of the world continued to prosper around him. Beau allowed his eyes to wonder the various faces that populated the shoppe. He found himself indulging in his thoughts during times like this when he's completely alone despite being in a room of crowded people. Snapping from his benign lull, Beau let a sigh pass through his lips as he checked the time on his phone, waiting for the blondes arrival.
