Angels and Motorcycles
Rei Ayanami didn't know why she looked his way. But she did, and that was that. Rei was a very shy, very quiet girl. She was fifteen years old, and highly frail. She had never fallen in love. It was simply chance that she was in that coffee shop; she hardly ever went anywhere except school, work, and her tiny apartment, but she had been wanting to feel more included in the world lately.
Rei had ordered a plain black mug of coffee, and sat quietly drinking it. She sat up, and saw him. She did not find him too attractive at first. He was tall and heavyset, with black hair and a long scar across his forehead. He had on ripped jeans that were a little too small on him and a leather jacket. She caught his eye and blushed furiously. He smirked. And that was it. Something about him had her hooked. Panicking, Rei left the coffee shop quickly, leaving a five on the table and her coffee half-drunk.
On her way home, she felt very warm despite the chilly September breeze, and she felt her cheeks flush. It was like something heavy and warm was constricting her chest. She climbed the stairs to her apartment, and ran to her room. She slammed the door and looked in the mirror. She didn't look like herself. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes were bright, and there was a certain glow to her that she couldn't understand. All she knew was that she wanted desperately to see him again.