He was standing there. Away in his own world, oblivious to the movement around him. He was small, much smaller than me, with jet black hair, that didn't look like it had even touched soap before, which swept across his face in a messy mop. He looks lonely, completely lost, but do I talk to him? Yes, I could but that would go against my 'don't speak to anyone and they will leave you alone' life style choice. However he just looks so adorable standing there all by his self and oh fuck it here I go...
"Urm, hi..." Oh good god that was unbelievably lame. Just as I'm about to slink back to my usual spot in the corner of the cafe I visit every lunch time to have my usual cup of black coffee, he does the unthinkable and replies, "hey!" the small mans' face turned to look at me; it took all my strength not to pounce on him in the small cafe, as hiding under his messy black hair was the most breathtaking face, not to mention the fact that on his smooth pale neck was the most beautiful scorpion tattoo I have ever seen. "Hi," I already fucking said that! To my relief, the young man just giggles, "You already said that. I'm Frank" Frank. Well at least after this completely crappy experience I can put a name to the face that has been haunting my thoughts from the moment I can into this god-forsaken place. Just as I'm contemplating my run for it, Frank touches my arm, "Dude are you ok, you look a little pale?"
"Urm, yea I...just...ur" fucking kill me, this is the exact reason I don't talk to people, my heart feels like it's about to burst from my chest and I'm sweating more than I have before, and apparently I'm temporally brain dead, "I'm fine, I think..."
"If you're sure?" I nod, Frank frowns and small lines appear on his forehead and suddenly he doesn't seem so frightening any more, just human, I guess. "So do I get to know your name or do I just keep calling you dude?"
"Gerard, my names Gerard" Frank smiles and continues to causally rub my arm with his thumb.
"So... do you always tend to chat to the lonely strangers in a coffee shop or am I just special?" his eyes wander all over my face and if I wasn't trying to form a sentence that would make me feel stupid, I would be freaking out, majorly.
"n-not really," swallow Gerard, breath for fuck sake. "I guess you are special then..." Finally, my heart rate slows enough for me to form a decent sentence, which gains a beaming smile from frank.
"So is this a onetime thing, or will I get to see you again?" There is no way I'm going to let this guy just get up and leave, for the first time in years I feel like I can talk to someone without them judging me or calling me 'faggot' or anything else like that...
