A lone man sat in a coffee shop. He was at a table by the window, sipping a cup of hot tea and staring out at the rain. He was nothing spectacular, really. He had short, messy blonde hair and extraordinary eyebrows. But his green eyes sparkled as he stared out at the sky's tears, and he had a small kink that forced his lips upward.
And that's what made him different.
People sometimes say that the way you dress matters, or maybe how your hair is styled. But I will forever believe that it's whether or not you are smiling. No one can resist a charming smile and a friendly laugh!
Not even me.
And this man's smile was as warm and bright as ever. But one could say it had a certain tainted feel to it, like it was nostalgic. Or... Twisted. But this did not dampen my interests, it only heightened them. It did so to a point of no return, one that forced my body into motion. Without my consent, my legs brought me over to the stained, but still comfortable chair across from the smiling man. My lips were forced open by my curiosity, and my carelessness pushed out the words.
"Hi. I'm Alfred F. Jones. Who are you?"
And that's what made him different.
People sometimes say that the way you dress matters, or maybe how your hair is styled. But I will forever believe that it's whether or not you are smiling. No one can resist a charming smile and a friendly laugh!
Not even me.
And this man's smile was as warm and bright as ever. But one could say it had a certain tainted feel to it, like it was nostalgic. Or... Twisted. But this did not dampen my interests, it only heightened them. It did so to a point of no return, one that forced my body into motion. Without my consent, my legs brought me over to the stained, but still comfortable chair across from the smiling man. My lips were forced open by my curiosity, and my carelessness pushed out the words.
"Hi. I'm Alfred F. Jones. Who are you?"
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Jessica.
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