Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach when you both stumbled into the café, bumping into each other in the process.
You both didn’t apologize because you were too nervous, but you both looked like you wanted too.
She twisted and squeezed her long black hair to get the rain out.
The rain drops fell onto the floor.
You nervously smiled back.
She wished she had brought an umbrella.
You’re glad you did.
You unzipped your jacket while she walked away.
More rain drops fell onto the floor.
She sits alone, in a dark corner.
You sit alone, next to the window.
She’s facing you, but reading a book.
It was gloomy outside, rain streamed down the windows making it hard to look outside.
It was hard to look at something other than her.
The tip of her nose was all red, she shivered each uneven numbered page she turned.
You noticed and brought her some hot coco, she thanked you from behind the mug she held with both hands.
The both of you talked about rain, failed relationships, rain, music, books, movies and why it still hadn’t stopped raining outside.
It was late and you shared your umbrella with her.
Rain drops tap on the fabric of the umbrella.
She felt secure she said, you felt butterflies you said.
Your head moved close to her face and you kissed with your eyelashes, just like butterflies do she said.
She goes home with you because it was a shorter walk.
While sitting on the couch next to each other she tells you she normally doesn’t go home with strangers.
You told her your name, she told you hers.
It was still pouring rain outside while you drank some alcoholic beverages with her.
The two of you talk about life, death and more importantly love, she asked you what your favorite book was.
You got up to get it but it was hard to find for some reason.
When you finally did find the book you walked back to the couch to find her asleep.
She all curled up into a small bundle of love small enough to fit on the two person couch in your living room.
You looked at her for a moment before you covered her with a blanket so she’d stay that way, before you went to bed a little less alone than usual.
Rain was still tapping against the windows in your apartment.
You went to sleep while the butterflies continued to flutter around in your stomach.
They were filled with excitement for the days to come.
You both didn’t apologize because you were too nervous, but you both looked like you wanted too.
She twisted and squeezed her long black hair to get the rain out.
The rain drops fell onto the floor.
You nervously smiled back.
She wished she had brought an umbrella.
You’re glad you did.
You unzipped your jacket while she walked away.
More rain drops fell onto the floor.
She sits alone, in a dark corner.
You sit alone, next to the window.
She’s facing you, but reading a book.
It was gloomy outside, rain streamed down the windows making it hard to look outside.
It was hard to look at something other than her.
The tip of her nose was all red, she shivered each uneven numbered page she turned.
You noticed and brought her some hot coco, she thanked you from behind the mug she held with both hands.
The both of you talked about rain, failed relationships, rain, music, books, movies and why it still hadn’t stopped raining outside.
It was late and you shared your umbrella with her.
Rain drops tap on the fabric of the umbrella.
She felt secure she said, you felt butterflies you said.
Your head moved close to her face and you kissed with your eyelashes, just like butterflies do she said.
She goes home with you because it was a shorter walk.
While sitting on the couch next to each other she tells you she normally doesn’t go home with strangers.
You told her your name, she told you hers.
It was still pouring rain outside while you drank some alcoholic beverages with her.
The two of you talk about life, death and more importantly love, she asked you what your favorite book was.
You got up to get it but it was hard to find for some reason.
When you finally did find the book you walked back to the couch to find her asleep.
She all curled up into a small bundle of love small enough to fit on the two person couch in your living room.
You looked at her for a moment before you covered her with a blanket so she’d stay that way, before you went to bed a little less alone than usual.
Rain was still tapping against the windows in your apartment.
You went to sleep while the butterflies continued to flutter around in your stomach.
They were filled with excitement for the days to come.
