living in a lonely world

/

He orders coffee.

Black, no sugar.

She gets his order quickly.

She tries not too look into his deep blue eyes.

Those are they type of eyes you can get lost in.

And Caroline is tired of getting lost in someone else's eyes.

"Thanks love," he says when she hands him his coffee.

The words are out of her mouth before she can think. "Are you British?"

He smirks at her, lighting up the features in his face, showing off his dimples.

His smirk only intrigues her more.