I yet again sat on the same place, the table near the window, next to the reception. Slowly, I placed the book I had chosen from the vast collection of books and laid it open. Though like always, I knew that I wasn't going to read it.
I glanced, at the table opposite to mine... and there she was. Like always, she had that solemn and calm expression on her pretty, sculpted face; her hair tied up in a tight ponytail, not a strand out of place. I noticed how she gently held the book in her hand, as though it was a piece of diamond and the way her expression changed -from her perfect eyebrows delicately raising up in shock to a small smile playing on her tiny lips to the way she chuckled softly as her eyes landed on a particular funny part - as her eyes skimmed through the pages.
I could stare at her ever changing expressions, forever, but Alas, life was never how we wanted it to be.
Unfortunately, I had to lower my gaze every ten seconds so as to not look like some creepy stalker.
Unwillingly, I gazed downed at the book open on the table. I had never really been an avid reader. In fact, until High School, I hated reading any kind of book - thin or thick, interesting or booring.
I remembered the first time I had stepped into the library, three months back, when my ex-girlfriend wanted some kind of fashion related book for her birthday, so I, along with my best friend had grudgingly come into the library. Only the mere sight of the infinite books in front of me made me sick. I was just strolling the various sections, waiting to get the hell out of this place, when I met her.
I had banged into a small frame and heard the little oof! exclaim out of the girl's mouth. Obviously nothing happened to me as I was at least one head taller and definitely much more muscular than her, so out of instinct I caught on to her delicate wrist.
For a second, there had been no movement. Then she looked up. And I knew that I had fallen.
As the curious green eyes bored into mine, I couldn't help but notice the way she frowned so cutely and how her small lips parted in surprise. I wanted to reach out and touch her smooth, porcelain skin but restrained myself.
"I'm sorry," the words came out of my mouth before I knew it.
The girl stared before giving out a chuckle. My stomach did a huge somersault as she shook her head. "No, I'm sorry," she said, still chuckling. She tilted her head to the side, her soft brown hair falling over her eyes. It took all my will not to move her from her eyes. "And thank you." She smiled, like a hundred candles lit her face, and then she was gone.
She was gone, leaving me dumbfounded, confused and most all, drowning into a feeling... of new found love.
Since then, I came everyday. I noticed, the girl whose name I didn't even know, sitting on the same seat everyday, from four to five p.m., without fail. And since then, I've been monitoring her every way of talking, moving and reading.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't know that she had gotten up. I turned around, my eyes searching for that familiar brown hair and dazzling green eyes but I couldn't see her anywhere.
I sighed. She had gone. Again.
I got up and returned the book to the librarian who flashed me a sweet smile, remembering me as the guy who came here everyday.
"Have a good day," she said, smiling.
I smiled too. "Thank you and you too."
And with that I came out of the library. I was about to go and search for a taxi , when the same gentle voice floated in the air. "Excuse me?"
My heart raced as I turned around and saw the same girl, smiling up at me. I'm sure my heart skipped a beat.
"Hello," she said. "You're the same guy whom I bumped into that day into that day, right?"
I was at a loss of words. So much I had waited for this day, when I could speak to her and now no words mere forming from my mouth. I just nodded, feverishly, my whole body hot.
She laughed, her voice musical. "Hi," she chimed, jotting her hand out. "Lets officially introduce ourselves. I'm Carly Richards."
Hands trembling, I fitted my hand in her delicate ones, the area where our skin touched was hot. "Hi. I- I'm Daniel Kross. It's nice to meet you."
And like that the conversation started. Carly was just as I thought. Smart, funny, Sweet, humorous and overall extremely fun to be with. I cherished every second speaking to her.
Finally, she said, "I have to do, Daniel," I loved the way she said my name. I nodded, clearly disappointed. 515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8tSE4SYpkF
"Yeah, bye," I mumbled. She turned around to go but not before she handed me something in my hand; it was a paper. I stared at her, confused, but before I could ask her anything or even glance at what she had given me, Carly waved goodbye. I looked at her retreating figure, disheartened but elated just the same.
I touched the area where my heart was. Suffice to say it was beating in the fastest way possible, almost as though I had run a marathon.
I remembered the slip and read it. My heart could literally have beat out of my chest as I cover my mouth with my fist to stop myself from grinning like an idiot.
Who would've known that the girl, whom I met three moths ago, with just a few words shared; whom I stared at every single day from the corner seat... could've done something like that.
Since a coward like you never said anything in the past three months and just gawked at me the whole time, well, I guess I'll have to take the initiative.
I like you too, dummy!
Can we meet again?
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