(This was just a little something I'd written a few months ago, and just found in my notes. Enjoy )
Feverishly
typing away at an assignment due in the next class, one girl sits in
a coffee shop on campus. Amongst the chaos and confusion of the
everyday life of a college student, she takes this time to reflect.
With books opened, word documents pulled up, she occasionally looks
up to familiarize herself with her surroundings. One glance, every
few minutes, nothing too major. A quick hello, a wave to a familiar
face, and she goes on. More frantic typing, more glancing, she sips
her water. As the lyrics and melodies of music fill her eardrums,
she looks up. Not to see a blur of people, but to see a boy. A boy
whom she knows. A boy whom she admires. This boy, he coyly walks to
his seat, not even noticing her. He sits down, ready to take on his
world with his MacBook and book bag. Her heart jumps. She can't
focus, for he is in her path of sight. His hair perfectly quaffed,
with oils and gels. His appearance perfectly vintage, and polished,
just the way she likes it.
A
girl, types away frantically about a boy. The boy frantically types
away about the unknown. Their glances may catch, or they may go on
like this for hours. No matter the outcome, her day has been made by
the presence of him in the coffee shop amidst the chaos.
