Snippet #1851133

Across the cafe, Richard sat at a window seat staring out into the cold, sunny morning of the city. Richard heard the sound of the cafe door opening, but did not look away from the window until he heard a young woman say, "Thank you," to a cafe waitress. He turned around in his seat and thought, "Such a pretty voice."

His brown eyes targeted Rosette as she sat down in a seat on the other side of the cafe seat with a cup. His eyes scanned her figure focusing on the details as she stared back at him. "Her figure's not bad either" he muttered.

Some of the things he picked up on were her brown hair, black eyes, tanned skin, but most importantly her skinny jeans and shoulders. "She's out to hunt, but how does a guy like me catch her? I'm just a boring college student."

He looked down into his lap and clenched his fists tightly. He needed to approach her, no wanted to approach her, yet couldn't. There was something so avid floating about her already, however, to step in front of her and confess his feelings would be suicide. There was no way this could be true love already in the short amount of time that he had lived.

"Sorry," he spoke loud enough for her to hear as he raised his head and gazed at her face. "I-I can't help but stop staring you're not wearing a coat today." he lied. "It's cold outside you know."