[DISCLAIMER] I don't own Glee.
So this is written from a totally different POV, something I've never tried before. I started writing it and it really intrigued me, but I don't know - I hope you like it!
She is sitting in the chair in the corner of the coffee shop she visits regularly. She likes this seat the best as it grants her an excellent view of the entire shop and all the customers that enter. People-watching is like her most-favourite thing to do as she sips her coffee.
The door opens with a tingling of the bell and she is taken-aback by the beauty that enters. She's quite short, she notices, but her legs go on for days, bare and tanned. The mid-thigh length skirt she's wearing accentuates her shapely limbs and her top is fairly low cut, allowing her a wonderful view. She blushes because this woman is exquisite, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders, making her look like she belongs in a shampoo commercial, or something. She watches, enchanted, as the woman orders her coffee and takes a seat near her own. She's close enough to smell her perfume and… God, it's just as incredible as her appearance.
In her periphery, she notices a giant, bumbling man enter the café, but he's boring and her eyes swiftly flick back to the woman. She's smiling brightly now and it's the most dazzling thing she's ever seen. She's so captivated by the woman's beauty that it takes her a few moments to realise she is no longer alone. The lanky man is now sitting beside the brunette, his arm instinctively reaching round her shoulders. She feels a fiery jealousy erupt within her even though she doesn't know this woman and probably would never have built up the courage to approach her.
They're talking now and she listens fervently to hear the beautiful woman's voice, delighting when it's as elegant and composed as she looks. She laughs at something he says, her musical giggle sounding like something from heaven. Their bodies are positioned intimately close together, his naturally moving with hers as though they are tethered. She notes with dismay that the quality is something which only comes with intense love and years spent together.
She continues to watch as the man says, "So, I made reservations for tonight," and the woman's whole face lights up with elation.
"At Sardi's?"
"Of course, babe, where else?"
She squeals a little and claps her hands together and her heart aches a little as she observes because that's possibly the most adorable thing she's ever seen. She wishes she could be the one having the conversation with her, providing her with unadulterated happiness, as this man is. They start kissing now and she is entranced by the woman, her hand in his hair and his hands snaking their way to her back, his touch protective and caring. She wonders whether the woman is a good kisser, what it would feel like to have her lips pressed against her own. She flushes slightly at the thought and for the first time, looks down at her coffee, her cheeks coloured pink. They finish kissing after what feels like a long and torturous age, she knows because she sees them stand up, the man entwining his fingers with the woman's. Admittedly, they look good together, their appearances complimenting the other perfectly; they look right and the woman looks content, radiant even, as they leave the coffee shop hand-in-hand. She sighs as she watches them through the window as they walk down the street and returns to her mug, finishing off the cold liquid. She, too, stands and orders another coffee, this time with a muffin because she's sad and needs to indulge in an unhealthy treat.
She regrets not talking to the woman before, when her partner was not there, but she knows she would have likely been turned down, and thinks that situation would probably feel worse. Although, sitting alone while they kissed felt pretty crappy, too. She just hopes he treats her the way she deserves, showing her the bountiful respect she requires and that hopefully she'll see the woman again someday.
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PS. If you don't like it, the next chapter is back to normal. :)
