p dir="ltr" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"The clock strikes 7 o'clock, and the brink of dusk greets the silk pavement of the concrete road. As another customer casually arrives in, Claire instantly recognizes her due to the usual perk of middle class residents settling inside of the tranquil of the coffee shop. She was appreciative of the fact her work at the coffee shop was nominal, she was granted a vast amount of free time. Albeit, too much time was delivered to her. In her spare time, her interest was always captured by a romance book. Sometimes, she commonly read a specific one more than most. This time, she was rereading Jane Eyre for the fifth time and she had been swept off her feet yet again. She dug in deeper, incisive through each line she read meticulously. She had discovered new things she never once pondered about, and she had loved that. Despite her boring life, she had something new to look forward to each fleeting moment of the day. It was the layer of chocolate icing that was it's pristine canopy to it's designated cake./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"For example, one of the things she had anticipated through each shift was a glimpse of a certain boy. His leather jacket was lustrous, as if always polished clean so it was perceived as brand new. He had a chocolate mop of hair, embedded bangs that were coated with grease. A silver hoop had been hooked to his left ear, just like she had been amorously smitten with him. His jawline was whetted and sharp, enough to slice the bagels she handed to customers. His eyes had been soft caramel pools, reminding her of the cup of coffee she always delivered him./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"What always baffled her was how he never came with anyone. He had been a lone wolf, and in fact one of the only teenagers to loaf around the coffee shop. He could stay for as long as a hour, but normally he remained there for twenty minutes. Since smoking was permitted, there arrayed between his sausage digits, his infamous middle and alert index was a cigarette from his pack of Camels. She could sense something was on his mind, from how is expression was punctured into a serious brooding. The way he pouted his lips as he concentrated through his ruminations had made her heart flutter. His eyebrows were furrowed and he nibbled on his lips, and in a way she conjectured that he may have been seducing her. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He was undeniably attractive, no oppositions about it. He had started arriving for the past few weeks, during the wintry February, the month of love and passion. She wasn't sure if he was searching for something new, just from his presence odd being there. It was always middle aged locals and upper class elders at rush hour in need of a blazing cup of joe to boost their energy so they were motivated for work. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"She had debated if he had arrived for her, driven from something personal. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"But something about him had intrigued her, and she strived to learn more. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"For example, one of the things she had anticipated through each shift was a glimpse of a certain boy. His leather jacket was lustrous, as if always polished clean so it was perceived as brand new. He had a chocolate mop of hair, embedded bangs that were coated with grease. A silver hoop had been hooked to his left ear, just like she had been amorously smitten with him. His jawline was whetted and sharp, enough to slice the bagels she handed to customers. His eyes had been soft caramel pools, reminding her of the cup of coffee she always delivered him./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"What always baffled her was how he never came with anyone. He had been a lone wolf, and in fact one of the only teenagers to loaf around the coffee shop. He could stay for as long as a hour, but normally he remained there for twenty minutes. Since smoking was permitted, there arrayed between his sausage digits, his infamous middle and alert index was a cigarette from his pack of Camels. She could sense something was on his mind, from how is expression was punctured into a serious brooding. The way he pouted his lips as he concentrated through his ruminations had made her heart flutter. His eyebrows were furrowed and he nibbled on his lips, and in a way she conjectured that he may have been seducing her. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"He was undeniably attractive, no oppositions about it. He had started arriving for the past few weeks, during the wintry February, the month of love and passion. She wasn't sure if he was searching for something new, just from his presence odd being there. It was always middle aged locals and upper class elders at rush hour in need of a blazing cup of joe to boost their energy so they were motivated for work. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"She had debated if he had arrived for her, driven from something personal. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"But something about him had intrigued her, and she strived to learn more. /p