eyes have flashed a deep shade of red.
His lips are quivering and he looks uneasy as he stares at me. My
face is flushing hot and I feel embarrassed that I cannot tear my
eyes away from him. He is without a doubt, the most beautiful guy
that I have ever seen and I can hardly catch my breath as lock my
eyes on his. He gently closes his eyes and he clenches his jaw, as
if he is sheltering himself from some type of pain. He looks
–uncomfortable and I feel that I am making him feel this way. His
hands are gently trembling as he looks at me and I quickly snap out
of my daze, as I begin to talk to this handsome
stranger.
“Hello again, what can I get for you?” I ask as I stare at him
–again. He gently bites his lower lip in one sexy movement and my
heart nearly stops from the sight. I manage to compose myself, as
he places his order.
“Triple shot espresso,” he says in one fluid syllable. I nod
at him as I cannot bring myself to speak. I reluctantly step away
from the counter and away from him, as I make my way over to the
coffee machine. I grab a paper cup from the large stack and then I
pour him his drink. I secure the cup with a lid and then I rush
back over to the till. I smile at him as I hand him his drink –he
doesn’t smile back, instead he reaches out and grabs my hand. His
cool fingers are ice like against my skin and I flinch from his
touch. He notices my actions; therefore he quickly pulls his hand
away from me. My heart is pounding in my chest –who is this guy and
why did he just grab me like that? Why is he so cold? My head is
spinning in a million directions and I can hardly stand straight as
I look into his eyes. I clear my throat as I try to compose
myself.
“Three ninety nine, please.” I say in a cool voice. He reaches
into the pocket of his jeans and he takes out a hundred dollar
bill. I gently roll my eyes as he hands me the note. He notices my
reaction and he quickly questions me.
“Is there something wrong?” He says in a cool voice. “No,” I
say equally as cool. He smirks at me and then he hands me the
hundred dollar bill. I gently frown at the money and then I look
around for Ryan, as I need him to check the money. I quickly look
around, but he is nowhere in sight, I frown again and then I begin
to excuse myself when Lisa – the store manager rushes to my side.
She smiles at me and then she snaps the note from my hand. She
quickly checks the money and then she thrusts it back into my hand.
I thank her with a nod and then I slide open the till as I search
for his change. I look up from the stashes of money to see that he
is glaring at me, with a huge smirk on his face.
“Keep the change,” I narrow my eyes at him, as I can’t believe
his generosity or his smugness. I shake my head as I refuse his
offer.
“No, I really couldn’t,” he rolls his eyes at me and for a
split second, I can see the redness in his eyes forming again. I
slightly jump from the sight and I can’t help but ask him about
it.
“Your eyes are changing colour,” he quickly closes his eyes as
he takes in my words. I can hear him begin to heavy breathe and I
can’t help but feel slightly scared of him. He seems –different to
everyone else, he has stunning beauty and ice cold hands, his eyes
change colour and he has the presence of an angel. I cannot tear my
eyes away from him and I have no words to describe him. He is a
mystery and I feel the urge to solve it, I know that I sound crazy,
but I feel drawn to him. His eyes jolt open and I jump as they are
bright red, he notices that I am staring at him, so he quickly
excuses himself. My heart is racing as I watch him march away from
me.
“Who was that?” Ryan says as he gently places his hand onto my
shoulder. I turn to look at him as I explain.
“I have no idea,” Ryan narrows his eyes at me and then he
positions himself at the till next to me. I continue to stare after
the stunning stranger and then once he is out of sight, I serve the
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