Searching

I followed her gaze, and then looked up. Yes. But I was waiting for you, ya know, ladies first. I say mocking politness. I smirk and walk over to the counter. I order a frap, whip cream on top, and a blueberry muffin. I walk back over to her. Lets roll. I tell her, flashing a smile.

I sigh, and sit down across from her. I scan the room, every one looked normal. There was the old man drinking coffee, probably black, and reading the Sunday Funnies. In the corner was the bussiness woman, furiously typing on her slim laptop. Next to us was a small family of four; a mom, dad, and two little girls. One about 10, the other I was guessing was probably 5 or so. In the line, there was a tall construction worker with huge steel toe boots, a short lady with a sharp bob, and a leopard patterned purse, a teenager about our age with a huge back pack slung over his arm, and a sharp bussiness man, with a dark suit and crisp looking tie. They all looked normal, where were They? I don't know, who? I tel her after a while, losing my pride and giving up.

I growl, and bite my lip, forcing my self to try harder. I do another scan of the room, and take a wild guess. The bussiness woman in the corner, who hasnt touched her coffee since she ordered it. I ask.

I slap my forehead, I hadn't even noticed the workers, I was just looking at the customers. I squint and try to get a good glimpse of the girl working the counter, and then, she stares at me. Her dark eyes drill into my soul, sucking away the happiness. She shakes her head, and looks back to the dazed customer. I can't tear my eyes away from her beauty for a few moments, but then I turn to Roxy. MY eyes are glazed over and huge. I blink a few time, to clear my head. Yeah, I see it. I tell her trying to act like I wasnt so deeply affected by her stare.

I nod slowly, storing that tip for future reference. Okay... I say slowly, and steal a glance at the girl one more time. Then looking at my muffin, I feel not so hungry any more.

I just look down at my coffee, and try to take a sip. The warm tastes cold, and the rich, roasted flavor, taste plain. Lets get out of here. I demand, and stand up, grabbing my cup of coffee, and muffin, keeping in mind all the homeless.

Gotcha. I whisper out of the side of my mouth, and open the door for her, gentleman like.

I follow her out, and try to keep the same cool face. I try not to look back at the woman, but my back burns, almost as if her eyes are burning my slowly. I can't resist the temptation; I look back at her dark eyes, and become weak, and naseous.