Post by jadorenoire on Jun 20, 2008 18:39:03 GMT -5
My first posted FF, so a little nervous!
Just comment if you like it. (:
& I'll post more.
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Shy smiles and vivid glances.
She glances at him.
Taking short sips from her coffee.
He stares back, with the same curiosity.
He doesn’t want to do anything stupid, he feels fond of her. Yes, he’s just seen her peer past a chunky, English-written book and her eyes caught his. But, he could sense some kind of connection. At least he wasn’t the only one who had a hobby for reading.
She doesn’t know if he’s intrigued or confused.
Who’s the first to break?
She casually flips the pages, glancing back now and again. She bites her lip to tease him, slowly letting her lips curve into a smile.
He’s dying; she smiles and her face reveal dimples. He needs to make the move; he takes his latte and saunters towards her – hoping she won’t blow him off.
Her heart races, as he walks towards her. Drink in hand, book in the other.
‘Um Hi,’ He says meekly, his fingers tighten over the cup.
‘Hey,’ She keeps her voice sweet yet certain, he smiles.
‘Can I, err, take this seat?’ He stutters, mentally kicking himself.
‘Sure,’ She says, her voice keeping a gentle and musky tone.
They seat in awe, the vibe is instant and lustful – lustful to know one and other.
‘I’m Joe,’ He finally stirs the silence and takes to the oak chair.
‘God will increase,’ She states.
‘Huh?’ He looks up, confusion spread across his lightly tanned face.
‘The meaning,’ She adds; as if he should know.
‘Oh, yes, well, I knew that,’ He jokes, his eyes sparkle as she laughs. His mind replays her laugh, it was that of a child but she was surely an adult.
‘Hmm,’ She nods, ‘I’m Colette,’
‘It suits you,’ He voices an opinion which causes her to blush.
‘Is that a comment or compliment?’ She pursues,
‘Both,’ He grins, not forgetting to sip his latte.
She smoothes hair from her face; it slips to the side, waving behind her ear. She reveals a top piercing and purses her lips, so the sliver small Marylin Monroe stud is just as visible.
‘Piercings? A bit of a wild-child?’ He queries, eyeing them carefully. He decides he likes them, because they’re different.
‘No, just, experimenting,’ She says simply,
‘Same, I have a tattoo, right here,’ He pushes up a sleeve showing an arm full of varied designs. Chinese symbols, stars, swords and patterns, which end at his wrist.
‘That’s really something,’ She smiles again, adjusting her glasses.
‘Yeah, hurt like a bitch though,’ He agrees, pulling the sleeve back down.
‘Come here often?’ She starts another topic,
‘Yeah, addicted,’ He replies whilst tugging on his slouching, beanie hat.
‘I love the smell,’ She confesses, realizing her honesty she quickly adds, ‘What are you reading?’
‘This old thing?’ He lifts his hand, she reads the cover.
‘Nice, very psychological,’ She notices his questioning look, ‘I’m a book worm,’
He laughs with her and they share a moment. She glances at her watch, her mind is alerted.
‘I’m so sorry, I have to go, client appointment,’ She frantically scoops her belongings, spread over the table.
‘Oh? I mean, I was enjoying this-
‘Me too, I really am sorry,’ She says with the same apologetic and saddened tone.
‘See you around,’ He tilts the cup to her, she waves not turning back.
She wanders out of the shop, clutching her posessions tight. She rushes to the bus-stop, getting on just in time. She watches the surroundings change, as her emotions. She wishes she stayed.
But then again, he’s just a boy.
Just a boy, She muses.
-
He feels empty again.
He aims and correctly throws the cup into a near-by bin.
He strolls the empty alleys; lucky no-one has noticed or tried to find him. He walks until he reaches a Jazz bar. He’s familiar with it, but has never actually preceded it. Reluctant to his body, he stumbles inside.
The atmosphere is relaxed and flowing, with the bass of cello and quirky sound of a songstress. He takes a seat and enjoys the view.
He tries to forget his early rendezvous, to be honest, it’s just a girl.
Just a girl, He smirks.
Just comment if you like it. (:
& I'll post more.
-
Shy smiles and vivid glances.
She glances at him.
Taking short sips from her coffee.
He stares back, with the same curiosity.
He doesn’t want to do anything stupid, he feels fond of her. Yes, he’s just seen her peer past a chunky, English-written book and her eyes caught his. But, he could sense some kind of connection. At least he wasn’t the only one who had a hobby for reading.
She doesn’t know if he’s intrigued or confused.
Who’s the first to break?
She casually flips the pages, glancing back now and again. She bites her lip to tease him, slowly letting her lips curve into a smile.
He’s dying; she smiles and her face reveal dimples. He needs to make the move; he takes his latte and saunters towards her – hoping she won’t blow him off.
Her heart races, as he walks towards her. Drink in hand, book in the other.
‘Um Hi,’ He says meekly, his fingers tighten over the cup.
‘Hey,’ She keeps her voice sweet yet certain, he smiles.
‘Can I, err, take this seat?’ He stutters, mentally kicking himself.
‘Sure,’ She says, her voice keeping a gentle and musky tone.
They seat in awe, the vibe is instant and lustful – lustful to know one and other.
‘I’m Joe,’ He finally stirs the silence and takes to the oak chair.
‘God will increase,’ She states.
‘Huh?’ He looks up, confusion spread across his lightly tanned face.
‘The meaning,’ She adds; as if he should know.
‘Oh, yes, well, I knew that,’ He jokes, his eyes sparkle as she laughs. His mind replays her laugh, it was that of a child but she was surely an adult.
‘Hmm,’ She nods, ‘I’m Colette,’
‘It suits you,’ He voices an opinion which causes her to blush.
‘Is that a comment or compliment?’ She pursues,
‘Both,’ He grins, not forgetting to sip his latte.
She smoothes hair from her face; it slips to the side, waving behind her ear. She reveals a top piercing and purses her lips, so the sliver small Marylin Monroe stud is just as visible.
‘Piercings? A bit of a wild-child?’ He queries, eyeing them carefully. He decides he likes them, because they’re different.
‘No, just, experimenting,’ She says simply,
‘Same, I have a tattoo, right here,’ He pushes up a sleeve showing an arm full of varied designs. Chinese symbols, stars, swords and patterns, which end at his wrist.
‘That’s really something,’ She smiles again, adjusting her glasses.
‘Yeah, hurt like a bitch though,’ He agrees, pulling the sleeve back down.
‘Come here often?’ She starts another topic,
‘Yeah, addicted,’ He replies whilst tugging on his slouching, beanie hat.
‘I love the smell,’ She confesses, realizing her honesty she quickly adds, ‘What are you reading?’
‘This old thing?’ He lifts his hand, she reads the cover.
‘Nice, very psychological,’ She notices his questioning look, ‘I’m a book worm,’
He laughs with her and they share a moment. She glances at her watch, her mind is alerted.
‘I’m so sorry, I have to go, client appointment,’ She frantically scoops her belongings, spread over the table.
‘Oh? I mean, I was enjoying this-
‘Me too, I really am sorry,’ She says with the same apologetic and saddened tone.
‘See you around,’ He tilts the cup to her, she waves not turning back.
She wanders out of the shop, clutching her posessions tight. She rushes to the bus-stop, getting on just in time. She watches the surroundings change, as her emotions. She wishes she stayed.
But then again, he’s just a boy.
Just a boy, She muses.
-
He feels empty again.
He aims and correctly throws the cup into a near-by bin.
He strolls the empty alleys; lucky no-one has noticed or tried to find him. He walks until he reaches a Jazz bar. He’s familiar with it, but has never actually preceded it. Reluctant to his body, he stumbles inside.
The atmosphere is relaxed and flowing, with the bass of cello and quirky sound of a songstress. He takes a seat and enjoys the view.
He tries to forget his early rendezvous, to be honest, it’s just a girl.
Just a girl, He smirks.
