January: A Dear Diary Short Story (Dear Diary Short Stories Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
He was at the coffee shop again when I stopped for my morning jolt. His wavy brown hair was spilling messily over his forehead and he was once again covered in paint. I guess he pulled another all-nighter. I know I said the next time I saw him I was finally going to muster up the courage to speak to him, but once I was there and he was in my sight, I lost my nerve. He’s just so beautiful. His hair, those eyes, those strong hands… always covered in paint. I have all these conversations in my head with him but when I’m actually near enough to talk to him, to walk the short distance to his table, to reach out and touch him… I just can’t find the nerve. They called his name out as his coffee was ready. Julien. Even his name causes a reaction in my stomach. His blue eyes raised from watching himself picking the paint on his nails and he caught me staring at him. I gasped and looked away, but I had to look back. He was watching me. I felt my cheeks pinken as he smiled at me. He almost looked like he wanted to walk over.
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