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My attention quickly shifted from the journal to the mans face.
My attention immediately went to his eyes. I had never seen such nice eyes before. He had the kind of eyes you read about in books.
They were a beautiful light shade of green. They were dark around the outside of his eye but towards the middle it became a really light green and almost hazel in some parts.
They stared at me in a way that I felt like I was almost under a microscope. I felt like he was looking at every inch of my face closely which made me insecure.
He slowly closed up the journal and wrapped it up with the twine. I was watching his hands as they did so.
They were huge. There were a few tattoos that I could see like a cross and a quote near his wrist. He was wearing rings as well.
He tapped the book twice as if saying "all done" and handed it to me.
He reached it out in his right hand and had a small smile on his face which kind of showed a dimple a little bit. I reached for the journal.
He didn't let go, though.
Instead he got up, still holding the journal. He was taller than I. I wasn't short nor was I petite but his body was so large and buff that it intimidated me and made me feel small.
He pulled the journal towards him, making me stumble forward slightly closer to him.
He looked down at me and slowly leaned in towards my ear. I shivered slightly, his warm breath fanning across the skin. "Love isn't all that it's made out to be."
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Walking back home the only thing I could think about was the mystery man in the cafe I had just encountered. I can't believe he read my journal.
I felt vulnerable knowing that a stranger could've basically just read my entire life story.
There was something so different about him though. His eyes were burning into my brain. They were so beautiful.
I sighed as I continued my walk home, trying to get him off my mind because, let's be real, New York is a huge city and the chances of seeing him again are slim. I even recall hearing an English accent, so he probably will be leaving soon to go back anyways.
Boy was I wrong.
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I haven't been to the brewery in a few days because, well, I am a college student and I really don't have a lot of me time lately.
It was now Friday night, 5 days since I last came here.
I walked into the coffee shop. I had just finished a book from here that I had to return.
I immediately walked to the small book wall in the cafe and was welcomed to the scent of old books.
I walked straight over to the romance section. Someone was standing there.
He was really tall and had black skinny jeans on that really made his legs look thin. He had on brown boots and a plaid shirt and there was a tan fedora on his head.
"Excuse me." I said, reaching for a gold sided book that caught my eye.
As my hand was about to grab the book, one of his hands grabbed a hold of my wrist.
My heart was in my throat, taken aback by this action.
I looked at his hand and immediately recognized it. There was a cross tattoo near his thumb.
I looked up, my wrist still in his (incredibly large and warm) hands and into those eyes that were basically pouring into my soul.
He began to move my wrist down a shelf and to a different book. It had a siding.
"This one is a better pick."
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ineffable // h.s au
Fanfictionin·ef·fa·ble inˈefəb(ə)l/ adjective too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words. "my oh my, baby girl, you are ineffable."
