what a plot twist you were
- faraway
Theres a girl.
She works down on the corner, in a small coffee shop that doesn't have a cool name.
This girl is always smiling and she always gives the best compliments when they come in; she doesn't flounder over seeing an actual God but there is a sparkle in her eye that says more than her words ever could.
This girl is clever and inviting, pretty lips and hair that is darker than the void but it seems soft to the touch; if only he could know, if only she could know.
There is a girl.
She wears a different, extravagant outfit every day and and she puts out the recycling even though her boss tells her it takes up too much time. She loses earrings and bracelets in those bags every day and doesn't notice until halfway into a shift but its too late.
This girl sings while she brews and dances behind the counter even when she gets in trouble. She suggests these herbs no one even cares about until she says she drinks them too.
This girl knows everybody and they seem to know her, they at least want to know her.
There is a girl.
