Girl of Smoke and Glass

by Ana Fluttersby

June Drabble War. Just a couple of minutes and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons has passed and is gone. Like so much smoke. Green eyes. I wish I had the courage to look at them again. But I know that if I reach for him in anyway, he ll look right through me as if I were made of glass.

37. Chapter 37

March 17, 2012

The Coffee Shop

I expel the air from my lungs and prepare myself to follow a week´s worth of sisterly advice.

This is becoming ridiculous. There is no real reason to not to approach her. I am attracted to her. Obviously. What´s the worst that could happen? She might not be interested, of course. That happens, but it wouldn´t be a catastrophe.

Right.

For some reason it matters this time.

But what if she was interested? Bed her and ditch her?

Right?

For some reason… not this time.

She´s just disappeared around the corner, and I´m sprinting after her.