Her fingers trail on every possible flower, and when it stops at the much known jasmine, his lips curled up, and his eyes glow like the lamp-post in the winter night. Not like it's new to anyone. She always finds the right thing.
"I will be choosing this one." She turns on her heels, flawless and with grace. She flashed her hundred bolt smile on the shop guy, making his heart to flutter. He is glad that his standing far away, out of her reach of hearing his uneven breathing. From the corner of his eyes, on the glass window, he saw someone mirroring the wide grin. It took a second to adjust that it was his own reflection. For a second he thought her eyes flashed at him
For a second he thinks, her eyes are flickering in his direction. And maybe it stays there, searching for something. But, she turns around busying herself in finishing her payment. Even if her eyes meet him for a fraction of seconds, he is happy to take it.
She is walking on the street, two streets across the way, turning on the same corner.
"You look pretty today, as always." A little girl on the way, comes in front of her, and makes her laugh even more.
"Aww, thank you, as always." She isn't surprised by the compliment, not because she knows she is pretty, but because she crosses this girl every day. And every day, she says the same words and flashes her baby milk teeth.
He isn't near enough to see her reaction, but isn't far either. He can hear them very clearly. As usual, her laughs are enough in stretching his lips into a wide grin.
A second passes, and she vanishes inside the same old building, like the usual day.
"Thank you." He mouths the little girl on the way, like he does each and every day.
On the corner of the street, in her favorite Italian restaurant, she enjoys the breeze coming on her way. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breathe.
"Is it the usual ma'am?"
"You know it, Peter." Returning the menu back, she leans on her chair more, and looks around with a smile. Life is really beautiful for her.
And she is the life for him. Two tables across from her, he orders the same.
"So, now you have to agree this is the best Italian sauce." Peter is wearing a smug smile, and why shouldn't he? After all, they are the best in the whole town, maybe in the whole world.
"Mm, nope, I still pretty much think this is the second best."
"What are you saying?" Peter pretends to be hurt, but he isn't. How can he be? No one can actually be angry with her for more than five seconds.
"Hey, don't try to be cute okay. I said you are closer, but still the second best. Take it or leave." Her laughs were echoing in the air around him, and he is pretty much enjoying this.
"At least give me the name."
"There is none." Peter gives her a strange look, and she jumps into her defense. "I just feel that I have tasted the best one somewhere. Must be my heaven." Peter laughs at her being adorable and winks.
He is chuckling too. A heaviness lifting from his heart, and filling with joy. His eye drops on the grounds, but the smile is still there.
She is running late, and so she is walking fast. Faster way possible, in a human speed anyway. She realizes that, carrying so much of the boxes all by herself was a bad idea. She didn't realized when she drops that little one on the top.
"Excuse me." The voice is smooth, and she feels a sense of chill through her body, she turns around, but the stupid boxes are blocking her sight.
"Uh, you dropped this one." Instead of returning the one his hands, he takes out the three from the top of her stack of boxes in her hands.
'Thank you." She says when she catches her breath. The guy is smiling a little. But, she is pretty sure she sees a tinge of red on his cheeks.
They are walking in silence. Caroline is literally biting her tongue.
"So are you new in this town?" she looks at him, and he licks his lips and shyly smiles.
"Uh, not so much." His eyes are still on the ground, trying not to stare at her too much.
"I am sorry if it sounded rude or something, but I just asked you because I have never seen you around." She is rambling, and she wants to stop. She wonders if something is wrong with her today.
"Ca-"taking a halt for two seconds, he continues "I was going to say, that you care too much. There is nothing rude about this." Their stares remain there longer than he anticipated for. His heart has started to race. But, this kind of effect around her is not a news to him, is it?
"Hey, Caroline, you are here." They were jerked out of their trance by the third voice.
"Hey." She beams at the other guy, and he takes the boxes from her hands.
"Well, aren't you missing something?" The new person pouts and makes her giggle, ultimately making her lean in to get a swift kiss.
"How can I forget that?" still on her toes, she blushes tucking her arms under his.
"Uh, I will leave, then." Caroline turns around to take the other boxes from him.
"Thanks once again. I will… see you around?" she gives him a warm smile and he mimics.
"Is he my replacement or something?" she bumps her elbow on his arm, laughing out loud.
"Shut up Stefan." He was tracking his way back, when heard it, and stopped in the middle.
I didn't mentioned the name to her.
His heart has never beaten so fast. His whole world is getting occupied by hope every passing second.
"Who is Stefan… if you are forgetting my name is Steve." Steve raised his eyebrow at her.
"I… I don't know any Stefan. I must have said Steve. You ears are ringing." She is smiling, head still in confusion, all over the place. Her eyes wander in the empty space.
He is still standing there, waiting for her, looking at her from afar. Praying for a sign, a hint, or anything. She is laughing for sure, but not for him, and she is under the hold of the strong arms, but which doesn't belong to his body. Taking a deep gulp, he sighs, looking at the clear sky filled with twinkling stars while his eyes are glistening with his own tears.