Red turns to green and we cross paths between the yellow lines
Eyes meet for a split second and I’m swept away to another scene
Enter a coffee shoppe
He’s sitting at a table, philosophy book in hand
With his artsy-fartsy glasses and maintained mess of dark curls.
The kind of guy you can’t help but notice.
He’s not the typical guy I go for, but I’ll have what he’s having
I place my order and sit at an adjacent table facing him
Hoping I might be more appealing than philosophy
Yet his eyes stay glued to the pages
Studying them, like I him.
Left to right, top to bottom
Engrossed.
Interested in what’s inside.
He finally notices I’m noticing
I blush and smile; he smirks, nods, and continues reading
He’s got an insane amount of confidence
And has heart-breaker written all over his pages
He must have spent an hour on his hair alone
And his jeans- perfectly new looking
Have a hole strategically placed on his knee
He probably hasn’t done anything in ages to have caused the rip
Which means he either bought them that way, or cut them himself
It’s a tad bit disgusting; but I can’t resist the attraction
I just want to run my hands thru his hair, and lick his lips like an ice-cream cone
mmmm…
Eh-hem…um, anyways, that was the man I passed just now
He belongs in a quiet coffee shoppe, not on a street causing a helpless woman to day-dream about him being in one.
That’s all.
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