Hey so this is my idea of what a stranger woulld think of me if
they saw me, enjoy!
I walked into The Hub, a local coffee shop, and went up to the
register to order my normal Macchiato with a pump of vanilla. I
went and sat down on the couch and pulled out my phone while I
waited for my order. After scrolling through Facebook for a few
minutes, my name was called and I got up to get my drink. then I
walked back to my place to sit. As I went, my eyes fell upon a
girl in the corner of the room. Her fingers were rapidly typing
at a computer, her eyes skimming the keyboard. She looked up and
saw me looking at her, her black-rimmed eyes crinkling in
confusion of why I was looking at her. I glanced away and went
back to my spot. She went back to typing on her computer. Her
short hair fell over her face on one side, and her red lipstick
was stained on a coffee cup by her side. She looked like the type
of girl you wanted to know, but also the kind who has a wall up
to block you.
She glanced up and saw me staring again, and decided to do the
thing women do best- challenge me to a staring contest. She
looked right into my eyes and cocked her eyebrow up, and the
contest began. Her stare was too hard for me, and I eventually
looked away. A smirk appeared on her face, as if to say
“Ha, I won”. Now I really wanted to know her. I got
up and went and sat down next to her, not too close, but also not
awkwardly far away.
“What are you typing?” I asked.
“A story,” she said, looking at me cautiously, like
she is trying to decide if I was a predator or
“What’s it about?”
She rolled her eyes, seeming to decide that I was prey, and said
“Death. And love. And life. And whatever else I decide to
add to it. Are you done with the questions?” I solemnly
went back to typing, I went back to my phone.