I don't even know.

Synopsis: That boy in the coffee shop was cute; she wondered if he was single.

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That Boy in the Coffee Shop

Every single day he was there, just like she was, while she chatted or texted her friends he just sat on the table opposite and ordered a coffee.

Normally she wouldn't have noticed someone like that whether they were her age or not as she was the queen bee of her friends; she did not spend her time staring at people who either had nothing to do or nowhere to go, she wasn't quite sure which that boy was yet.

He was handsome though, that was her excuse for staring at the boy on the table opposite her; he had sleek black hair framing his pale face while glittering baby blue eyes scanned the room, she wondered if he was single.

Going by his appearance she assumed he would've been snapped up immediately but he never was there with any friends, much less female ones. She wondered if he had any, he was still in school going by how young he looked so where were his friends? Or the football team? Or even someone he knew! Either they just didn't hang out there or didn't exist, she wasn't sure either way.

Sometimes she contemplated going over to him, sitting down next to him and introducing herself as Emily Willows and seeing his sensual mouth open slightly in surprise and then he would introduce himself but she never did go over to him.

She'd just watched him, and one day he looked back. The world seemed to go fuzzy as light blue eyes stared into her hazel ones then he looked away and suddenly the world came into focus again. She gave one of her dazzling grins that would've inspired Shakespeare and he returned with a smaller one that didn't really reach his eyes then he did something shocking, he turned to look in the other direction, away from her.

How was that possible? She'd thought as the boy she'd been attempting to charm looked the other way. No boy had ever said no to her and no one had ever turned away. She'd scowled before remembering the kind of wrinkles you could get from a scowl and resumed her smile, despite it being directed at the back of the boy's head.

Then the boy in the coffee shop walked out giving her one final glance and left.

The next day the boy in the coffee shop wasn't there and she didn't even have a number.