As he sat down he let out a long sigh. His coffee was too hot to drink quite yet. He pulled a copy of William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream and opened it to the first page. It was his favorite book and he’d read it countless times. He was a handsome man, dark, shaggy hair, flawless olive skin, and crystal blue eyes. He hesitantly sipped at his coffee and the small jingle of the bell on the coffee shop door sounded. He glanced up as a beautiful girl walked inside. She had long hair the color of autumn leaves, a complexion only comparable to angels, and her eyes were the color of the sea, painted with a thick layer of charcoal colored makeup. She strutted up to the register and ordered a double shot black coffee, the same thing he always gets. He watched her walk to a table near him; the way her body moved was mesmerizing, it was almost hypnotic. He tried to read the words in his book but found he couldn’t focus. He glanced back at the girl and saw she was reading Romeo and Juliet. She felt him watching her and glanced up, they locked eyes for a moment and he hurriedly turned his focus back to the book. She put her hair up into a bun and he saw a row of dazzling diamond earrings decorating her ears. She sipped at her coffee and glanced up, but this time he shyly waved at her, and to his surprise she waved back and smiled. Her smile was beautiful. He finished his first coffee and decided to go get another.
She watched him as he walked to get another coffee. He was so handsome. He ordered a double shot black coffee, same thing she always gets. She smiled to herself, ‘he would never like me’ she thought sadly and straightened the things on her table for the umpteenth time. He casually walked back to his table and picked up his book. ‘Should I go over there?’ she pondered. She let her hair down and her red curls cascaded and trickled down her shoulders. She stood up, grabbed her coffee and her book, and slowly walked over to the man.
He glanced up from his book and to his surprise, he saw the girl walking towards his table. His heart pounded nearly out of his chest. She sat across from him at his table and introduced herself. God she was even more beautiful up close. “I’m Lilly” She extended her hand, long slender fingers decorated with bright red nails. He saw the shine of metal on her tongue when she spoke. “I’m Jackson, pleasure to meet you”.