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eans, and a cream colored sweater. My hair was pulled back into a low bun with a few strands left out in the front

. I met Charlotte in a group project during one of our freshman introductor

k in a 25 year olds body. Charlotte worked as a high school english teacher and volley ball coach, a job I could never handle. Her hair was a

o be honest, no other job could fit her better. She was confident, social, and always had t

was and how everybody seemed to love her. But she chose me as her friend, so I gave her a change. Which I am

n my phone buzzed and my car automa

work is keeping me longer th

next time :

ould just go anyways instead of wasting my gas.

that I would see the man I ran into a few weeks ago. I could say it was because

r the perfect spot to settle down. The cafe had velvet couches and leather chairs spread out with industrial style tables amongst them. A single long leather bench lined the side of the wall, starting from the counter to the window. The wall

r the window. Setting my stuff down, I asked a person c

s busy today so I had time to look at the bakery menu as well. I settled on a

nce your order is ready! T

he wall I was admiring one of the pieces of art made by a local sidewalk artist. My gaze

tall man I couldn't shake fro

as before. His hair was slicked back again and he was wearing a

. I realized that I was staring too

t again," h

I was acting like I didn't remember him. It's not like his face kep

he look on my face was a dead give away tha

livia calling out our orders, putti

late croissant for Sophia

pastry as he grabbed

vealed while glancing at him and st

e?" He questioned as h

e while looking in my backpack for my cash; som

er and placed his hand on my arm, st

looked down at the unfamiliar touch; his grip

uld've either gotten a ticket which I cannot afford to get or I would've missed my interview. So

repaying him for his kindness and not seeming like a nervous wreck that I didn't re

so insulted by his comment that my backpack was a mess last week that I just left it as is. "Besides, by

g to make comments about my backpack? "Well I know where everything is

us. Caleb lost the smile on his face as he reached into his pocket for a p

o what the other person was saying. Apparently this was a conversation that he didn't

2 hours before his appointment. He needs to respect the fact that i'm bus

time sitting at a table entertaining a woman yo

hand in his pocket but his shoulders continued to tense. Once

k, our date has unfortunately been cut short. I will see you here again tomorrow. Same

U

th a smirk, clearly in a rush to

window. He nodded his head and exited the cafe

m when I arrived that I didn't e

ly thing I knew about him was his name. I felt so drawn to him yet I have only ever been in his presence for a total of maybe 20 min

rawing the attention of the person across from me. I gave a shy smile