Silky black hair fluttered past Jean as the girl walked out the door of the small cafe.
It was that silky black hair mixed with the delicious scent of cherry blossoms that caused Jean to stop abruptly in his tracks, making his best friend Marco run straight into his back.
"Hey- Jean!" The freckled boy whined, rubbing his nose.
"Sh-Shit. Sorry, Marco.." Jean mumbled an apology but never took his eyes off the girl as she walked, her long silky hair trailing behind her. He had never seen her before, yet this overwhelming feeling of familiarity washed over him, as if he had known her for years. He peeled his eyes away to the vivid red scarf fluttering to the floor.
And in a matter of seconds, he was scrambling out the door, running after the girl who smelled of cherry blossoms with her red scarf in his hands. Jean could hear his friend calling after him but he kept running, pushing past strangers and ignoring their yells.
"O-Oi! Excuse me!" He called out desperately. The girl was almost an arm's length from him and he could smell her-
Fucking hell, Jean, could you get any creepier? He scolded himself before stopping quickly, his breath hitching in his throat. The raven-haired girl had turned to face him, her dark eyes piercing his as she stared him down and he couldn't help but stare back because holyfuckingshithell she was gorgeous.
"Yes?" Jesus fuck, even her voice was gorgeous.
"I-I'm sorry.. Y-You forgot this.." Jean stammered, mentally cursing his stuttering for showing how nervous he was. He held out the red scarf in his hand, the soft material flowing in the wind gently. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she reached out to grab it. Her soft hand grazed his rough, calloused one and Jean felt a shock run through his body. He could feel his chest tightening and his heart pounding. He watched as she wrapped the scarf around the creamy pale skin of her neck, the darkness of her hair clashing with the redness of the fabric in such a beautiful way. God, everything about this woman was gorgeous. From her black silky tresses to her pale and porcelain complexion tinged with pink from the cold, her long eyelashes fluttering and framing her dark piercing eyes, her long legs and ample curves. He was almost certain she was an angel incarnate.
Wow Jean, falling for a complete fucking stranger, way to go! He thought to himself, shaking his head.
"Thank you." She said softly, her dark eyes meeting his yet again. "I appreciate it."
"Mikasa! Hurry up, we're going to miss our movie!" A voice interrupted, coming from a tall brunette with striking green eyes waiting in front of the theatre.
"I should be going. Thank you again." And with that, she was gone.
"U-Uh yeah.. No problem." Jean murmured, starstruck as he watched her jog to catch up with the boy before they disappeared into the theatre.
"Jean! There you are! What was that all about?" His best friend's worried tone came from behind him. Jean turned to face Marco, a giant grin etched onto his features.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Bodt. Let's go." He dismissed the question as they walked.
Mikasa. God, he loved her name.
Jean couldn't help but smile like an idiot as they walked.