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The bitter aroma of coffee drifted into my nose as I took a sip from my cup. This quaint hole in the wall was my only place of serenity from the seemingly endless midterms and papers. I was in the final stretch of my degree but university was starting to take a toll on me. Coffee was the only thing that was keeping me focused on my research. I took a break from the notes scattered on the small table in front of me and gazed at the other tables. Panicked students were littered around the coffee shop. I could almost feel the stress drifting off them. I had better focus on something other than them or my own anxiety will mirror theirs. With this in mind, I dove back into the monograph I had been previously attending to.
Looking up from my book sometime later I caught myself staring into deep green eyes from across the café. Something held me in the gaze and it took a couple seconds for me to pull my eyes away. This wasn't the first time I had stared into those eyes either. It was becoming a more common occurrence. I brushed the thoughts away as I focused my attention back into my research. This paper wasn't going to write its self anyway. I looked up one more time, disappointed to find the emerald orbs gone. I don't have time to daydream about boys. I had to at least get part of this paper done before the end of the night.
Before I knew it I was being kicked out of the cafe, so headed back towards my dorm room. I had accomplished a little but my thoughts wandered to the man with the green eyes. They were always partially hidden by his white shaggy hair. A pure white colour that had tints of orange through it as if fire was lapping through the white smoke. His skin was porcelain against his eyes making them the focus of his face. "Hmm" I hummed to myself as I pictured his lips, and how they would feel… my face started to grow warm as I shook myself back to reality. Why am I like this? I shouldn't think this way about a total stranger. I sighed as I gazed at the starry sky, it was a warm night with no clouds in sight. The stars and the moon were a consistent thing that could bring me peace so I enjoyed nights like this. I continued down the path towards my dorm which was a close distance to Sky University. Maybe tomorrow I will gain enough courage to talk to that boy, or perhaps a smile would be enough for my heart.
Classes had finally finished for the day so I made my way to my usual coffee shop. I headed to the café with the resolve that today was the day I would make contact with the owner of those green eyes. I took my usual spot and began to set up my study session as I waited for my order to be called. I started proofreading the previous days' work and added in the information that I had gathered throughout class. "Black coffee with nutmeg and cinnamon sprinkled on top?" Huh? I was pulled away from my laptop to find a hand offering me my order. I must have been too preoccupied to have heard my name called. My gaze followed the hand only to stop when I was met with green eyes.
"Oh, erm, yes that's mine. Thank you." I managed to stumble out a coherent sentence through my shock. He smiled slightly and I could feel my face growing warmer again as butterflies started to dance in my stomach. I fiddled with my necklace and looked down at the mahogany table below. He chuckled at my reaction and slid the coffee down in front of me.
"No problem, you seemed like you were lost in thought so I thought I would help you out." He shrugged as I took my cup from him. I smiled at him looking up from beneath my bangs and thought of what I could say to make him stay here just a little bit longer. He was much more handsome up close. "Oh, how rude of me, I'm Ray by the way." He offered his hand and took mine in his before bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of mine. My mind went blank, I sat there mouth gaping with our hands still connected. Clearing my throat I regained my senses taking back my hand. What was that? Did men still do that in this day and age? Recovering from the sudden contact I steadied my voice and responded.
"I'm MC, I've seen here before, do you uh come here often?" Oh, that's smooth, yep he is definitely going to want to find a quick escape from this conversation. Why can't I make small talk like a normal human? Maybe it was because an incredibly attractive male who I had watched for months was close to me. I only ever get this way when I'm nervous. He smiled again and pulled another chair close to him.
"I come here when I need some inspiration. So yes, I suppose I do come here often. Do you mind if I join you?" He spoke with such a quiet and relaxing voice, wait he wanted to sit with me? It must be because there are no more tables, yep that's what it is. I nodded and he took his place, taking out his laptop. "What are you working on?" He rested his head on his palms and looked around at the mess of paper around me.
"Well, I'm in my last year of university so I am just finalizing my research paper. This one is on the impact video games have on different social groups." I laughed awkwardly as I gestured to the mountain of books. "I tend to get lost in my research so I come here to gather my thoughts. Kind of like an organized chaos thing." He listened intently while his eyes studied the books laid out on the table. "This is my last paper of the semester so I am just finishing it before I hand it in, then I will be getting ready to find a real job." I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes for a second.
"So you're a researcher? That is quite interesting." He asked me more questions regarding my degree, it seemed as if he was actually interested in what I had to say. Before I knew it we were being kicked out for the night. We actually had a lot to talk about but it seemed more like he was just enjoying my company. We walked down the path together both in silence still it was a comfortable silence. I stole a glance at him as we continued walking and tried to not seem as though I was gawking at him. He was staring up at the sky as if nothing else existed in the world. God, he was attractive and I couldn't help myself but stare at his angelic face in the glow of the streetlights. He noticed at me out of the corner of his eye and I abruptly looked at the sidewalk feeling like a creep. A smile crept on his face as he directed his eyes back to the stars above him.