A/N: Marry Me by Train is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. You should listen to it. But, besides listening to gorgeous songs, I also like to write fics based on them. Enjoy, my friends.
Together can never be close enough for me
Feel like I am close enough to you
You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you
And you're beautiful
Now that the wait is over
And love and has finally shown her my way
Marry me
Today and every day
Marry me
If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe
Say you will
It was a Tuesday the first time he saw her. Kind of chilly, beginning of October. He'd never been in there before. He preferred bars to coffee shops. Something about masculinity. He had gotten out of class late, though, and he needed to at least get something into his stomach. But, all that flew out the window when he saw her. She stood at the counter. Her fingers danced across the glass that covered the display of pastries. She smiled like a child.
He had never in his life wanted anything as much as he found himself wanting her. He wanted that long, ebony hair that hung down her curved back like a curtain. He wanted those eyes, so light they almost disappeared. And that voice like a song he hoped would never end. "A venti chai latte, please." Possibly the most beautiful five words he had ever heard.
A coffee sat on the table in front of him, completely forgotten, as he drank her in instead. Talk to her! What would he say? She was obviously successful; he was struggling through his last years of Med School. And a chance run-in at a coffee shop would never be enough. He would want this girl forever and longer.
During his break the next day, his feet brought him to the same café. Elegant fingers glided across glass as he entered the door. And he stared so much more than he should have. The same place, the same girl, the same wanting.
Every day the boy sat with an untouched coffee cooling in front of him. She never drank coffee, only lattes, on Thursdays a friend came with her, occasionally she would tie her hair up with chopsticks, sometimes her eyes were rimmed red like she had been crying, but other times she seemed to fill the whole shop with her happiness. She was infectious. Every day he watched those exquisite fingers on the glass, but she never bought a treat. On the rare occasions when she did not come in, his day would feel incomplete, as if he were missing a vital piece.
If he knew her, he would love her. This was something he he could claim for certain. He could promise to love this girl and he didn't even know her name. He had only heard her say five words. He wanted to be able to fill books with the amount of words he'd heard her say. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, or that he could love her. That she was beautiful every day. That he could keep her forever and that still wouldn't be long enough.
He stood in line on a kind of chilly day. He bought a plain doughnut with glaze. His table, the table that had been his for months now, seemed to beg him to come sit. Sleeves of an orange sweater were pushed up and white sneakers were suddenly interesting. Redness pooled in his cheeks. She looked sad today. He didn't like that. She was supposed to be cheerful. The doughnut was placed on the table. "Hello" was muttered.
She smiled like a child; any trace of sadness vanished. "Took you long enough, silly."
It was a Tuesday the first time he talked to her.
A/N: I hope he didn't come off too stalker-esque. On another note, I think I've uploaded at least something every single day in June. I can't decide if this is a problem or not...