It had been nearly an hour, I spent sitting in the cafe, gathering all sorts of thoughts and ideas. I was working on a project for the art and literature week at school. It was usually the only week of the year that I don't mind going to school.
Looking out of the window, I reached for my latte when I heard someone pull the chair across from me. I looked up, confused as to who would want to sit with me. I was freaked out to see the most unexpected person sitting in front of me. It's just too unbelievable.
I have never talked to the guy and in fact, he even ignored me once. I barely know him but yet he was sitting there like it was the most normal thing to do.
"I'm sorry but do I know you?"
He chuckled in a sarcastic way, leaving a smirk behind as he looked at me in a condescending way. His eyes glistens as he does. Despite his good looks, I was starting to dislike this guy. A waitress came to my table as she saw this guy in front of me came in.
"I'll have whatever she's having," he said, pointing to my latte. The waitress nodded and went off to set his order.
Okay that was a first. Since he ignored me the other day, this was the first time I heard his voice. It was deep but not too deep, soft but not too soft. To put it in simple words, it was music to my ears.
"You haven't answered my question."
"No, you don't but you should."
It was my turn to be taken aback. As I was about to say another word, the waitress returned with his latte. He took it from her hands and paid for the drink. The waitress walked away as he stood up from his chair. With the other hand, he grabbed his camera, which was hanging from his neck, and brought it up to his chest.
Still looking at me, he clicked the shutter button as he said, "Smile."
anis.
"You haven't answered my question."
"No, you don't but you should."
It was my turn to be taken aback. As I was about to say another word, the waitress returned with his latte. He took it from her hands and paid for the drink. The waitress walked away as he stood up from his chair. With the other hand, he grabbed his camera, which was hanging from his neck, and brought it up to his chest.
Still looking at me, he clicked the shutter button as he said, "Smile."
anis.
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