Imagining

I haven't posted anything in ages so I wrote something quickly. It's really short but I think it's good this way. 

She was just sitting there.

She looked so beautiful; her long, brunette hair was tucked behind her ears, rolling down her back in a soft, dark mess. She had her hands tucked gently under her small chin and her brows knit together as she concentrated hard on the large book laid open on the table in front of her. It was hard to tell whether she was studying or reading a really good book.

A waiter came over to her table and placed a new steaming hot cup of tea down next to the cup that had gone cold. She looked up and smiled gratefully, it was angelic; the way her face lit up as if she had just been given the world. She took the cup in her hands and let her book fall shut and her hair slip from behind her ears. She looked up and out the window onto the crazy city with the loud dangerous streets and whirling rush of people. Her eyes caught in the sunlight, they were emeralds, a clear, sparkling, green against her delicate ivory skin.

She blushed when she saw me looking at her but I couldn't stop staring. I smiled at her, she returned the favour by tucking her hair behind her eyes shyly and smiling down at her hands. This gorgeous girl.

I opened my notebook and wrote down “I think you’re beautiful, good luck with your book.” then teared this piece of paper and stuck it under my empty cup. I got up and swung my bag over my shoulder then headed for the door, I took one last glance and saw her looking back, curiously.

Then I walked out that ordinary coffee shop and left her, I didn't even know her name.