Yes it will have to take place in Europe. Just cause.
She peeks from behind a pillar. Her eyes bright, craving adventure. Decked in a dark, knee lengthed blazer and shades, she aims and snaps. No, she doesn't even aim. She just snaps. She passes a table, takes a used cup of coffee and gulps down its content before replacing it. She smacks her lips and swallows. All this she does swiftly. In her own world, she tiptoes to the next pillar, certain that the world would not notice.
He watches from a corner. More and more intently by the moment. He can almost hear the tapping of her feet on the tiles, the rhythmic beating of her heart beneath that knitted top, and the internal dialogue going on in her mind. In her head, she thinks, "the smell of coffee still beats its taste...I can't believe I just downed a stranger's beverage...and what was I thinking?...Jean would kill me for this...She must never know"
All this he imagines, of course. Little does he know he is almost accurate. Except that he missed out the tiny chuckle her mind made at her at the end. Perhaps he was distracted by the click of her camera.
A ting* and she knows she is being watched. She does not like it yet it thrills her. Who has entered her private world? Lightfooted and equally lightheaded, she skips behind the cafe...through the alley and stops.
There he stands. Her efforts to flee from this intruder has failed. She knows she is running, but running away... or towards? She knows the answer. He does too. He notices the twinkle in her eye. He catches the flinch in her lips. The flick of her hand and the snap of the camera.
He noticed.
*ting is the sound she hears at that precise moment. It is similar to the 'ting' you hear in the elevator upon arriving at the intended floor.
I WAS BORED AND JEAN AND SARAH FORCED ME TO DO THIS.
Pinky Finger Day.
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Entering 2010 with a heart full of hope.
Not in things,people or circumstances..
but in Him.
A new year?
I want a new heart, that hears and sees..
treasures...
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