From the moment I saw him, I knew that I was going to make him mine. I didn't even know his name... I had no idea who he was but I knew I was going to make him fall for me... I had to have him.
I just didn't know how I was going to make it happen.
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Every Tuesday afternoon my closest friends and I gather there for some "girl time" where we bond over our five-dollar lattes and espressos and disgustingly fattening chocolate-filled desserts. It was one of these nights that he came in. He ordered a vente vanilla latte and took a seat near us. Out of his backpack, he took his laptop and quickly began working, often referencing his textbook "The Challenge of Democracy." Inexplicably, I was fascinated by him and before long, my friends picked up on my interest.
"What're you staring at?" Emma asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Me?" I asked, jolted out of my daze.
"Yes you." She said with a laugh as she turned to see what, or should I say who, I was focusing on. "Oh." She smiled and raised her eyebrows suggestively as she saw him. "Him."
"Why, do you know him?" I asked eagerly.
"No. I've seen him around town though. Saw him on campus when were there for a crew meet." She said, referring to the Yale campus that was across the street.
"So he's got the looks and the brains." Calista, another of my friends, teased.
"But the question is, is he interested?" Emma asked evilly.
"Emma. Don't even think about it!" I warned, not wanting her to embarrass me like she was known to do.
"Josephine Walker! How could you ever think I would do anything to embarrass you?" She asked in mock surprise.
"Your past record doesn't make you too trustworthy darling." I reminded her.
"Touché." She said with a laugh, "Well I won't, not this time anyways." We all laughed and resumed our carefree chit-chat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stand up and approach the little kiosk that held the napkins, straws and other coffee-house necessities. He grabbed a few napkins and turned to return to his seat. As he approached it, he stopped quickly and bent over to pick something up off of the floor.
"Excuse me girls," he spoke softly with an obviously British accent. "Does this belong to any of you?" he asked, holding up a silver Tiffany's chain-link bracelet. Checking my wrist, I noticed mine was missing.
"Oh, that must be mine." I spoke up.
"Well then, here you are," he said, holding out the bracelet with his fingers on the clasp, obviously offering to place it on my wrist. I held out my arm as he clasped it onto my arm delicately.
"Thank you very much." I smiled flirtatiously.
"Oh it was no problem at all," he smiled, "well, good day then."
"Wait," Emma spoke up, "would you care to join us?" she asked, sliding her chair over so there was room between the two of us.
"Thank you for the offer, but I really must be on my way. I'm afraid my poli-sci course starts in only 10 minutes and I've got to get all the way across campus," he declined nervously.
"Oh. Alright then, maybe we'll see you around."
"Perhaps we shall." he smiled again, his eyes twinkling in the sunlight. I sighed heavily as I watched him gather his books and we all turned to watch his figure retreat as he left the coffee shop.