love story

I can see it now, the love story that will unfold. He's a country boy, new to the big city.

He works hard, he knows only work.

He sits down. He sits next to her.

She doesn't see him, although to be fair he doesn't see her either. He's too concentrated on those tiny foreign words moving around on the screen, trying to make sense of it all. He's learnt this, he knows this, he can do this.

She doesn't notice his determination or his steady hand or his fierce gaze. She may have noticed his board shoulders, but they were shoulders clothed in something that made her look away. She didn't notice him.

He noticed her. Not at first, but during a momentary lapse in his concentration his eyes wondered over. She was sitting there poised and perfect, eyes down staring blankly at the screen. She didn't know this. What was this? Did she learn this? Did they even teach them this? She was contemplating on going home and having a little cry. Life was unfair.

He noticed her frustration. He may have also noticed the vanilla in her hair and the softness in her pout and he may have also thought her quite pretty. But she was clothed in something that made him look away. There was no point in noticing her. He needed to do work.

She needed another coffee. She wasn't a spoilt girl, but she was new to this feeling of failure.

She worked hard, she knew how to work hard.

She looked out the window. It was raining tiny raindrops. She felt like taking a walk in the rain.

He looked out the window. It was raining again. He needed to get away from this goddamn rain.

She stood up.

He stood up.

For a split second, their eyes met.

Her eyes grazed across his board shoulders and focused unsteadily on his face. God why did he look so angry? She rather liked that angry-ness though. He looked fierce. She liked that.

His eyes hovered on her pout and that tiny little frown on her face. He wanted to look away from her pout but he couldn't. She looked sad. He didn't like that.

She smiled awkwardly and quickly walked out. Maybe there was a tinge of red feathering over her cheeks. Maybe it was just a bit warm in here.

He grinned, chuckling under his breath at such silly thoughts. Maybe it was a bit warm in here, but it didn't matter to either of them.

He followed her out, still laughing at his own folly. She was just a random stranger. But still, he felt like  he could smell the vanilla from her hair lingering faintly in the air.

She stood outside, cursing at her own foolishness. It was too warm in there, that's all. He was just a random stranger.

But still, she couldn't help letting out a little sigh. She liked that stranger. Maybe they'll meet again.