I saw this girl sitting in the café once. Short brown hair, small oval eyes, quiet; not exactly the type I usually go for, and yet I couldn't pull myself away.
She sat with two other people, men, and looked to be flirting with them, but you could tell that she wasn't really into it. Her body language was rough, not fluid and she didn't touch either one of them for the entire time that I sat watching.
They were sitting at the table next to mine, so if I listened closely enough, I could hear their entire conversation, but that's not what I found myself concentrating on.
She held a piece of paper in her hands, slightly crumpled, and folded at least two of three times. She smiled as she looked down at it, a sad smile that made me wonder what was written on the paper.
One of the men that sat across from her, dark hair, blue eyes, reached over and tried to grab it from her. She held it back, brining both of her hands underneath the table so that neither of them could reach it. She shook her head and said 'I told you 'no'.'� I could see her fingers running over the paper as it sat on her lap, which just made me want to see it even more.
The other guy at the table, brown hair, brown eyes, leant in closer to her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, shook her head once again and whispered something back.
Blue eyes pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. 'I don't like secrets'� I heard him say.
'Then stop trying to listen,'� Brown eyes informed him. Blue eyes just pouted more.
She laughed at them both. 'Maybe I should get you two a room,'� she said.
Both pairs of eyes looked at her. 'What?'� they asked simultaneously. She just continued to laugh.
Her hands stayed under the table, slowly unfolding, and then re-folding the crumpled piece of paper, although not enough for me to actually see what was written on it.
'More coffee?'� the server asked, as she stepped up to my table.
Shaken from my daze, I shook my head. 'No, thank you. I think I've had enough.'� Nodding her head, she walked away and my gaze immediately went back to the brunette at the next table. She'd moved her hands back to rest on the table, but now the note was no where in sight. Where had she put it? I'd only looked away for a second, how could she have moved so fast?
Disappointed beyond belief, I turned away and looked to my laptop. A black screen saver stared back at me, frustrated at having been left idle for so long. Sighing, I drained what was left of my coffee, shut down my laptop then slowly began to dress myself for the temperamental weather outside.
Packing my bag, I stood and slowly made my way towards the door, turning back once just to see if maybe the note had reappeared, only to find that the girl herself had disappeared as well. Shaking my head at my foolish whimsies I continued out the door. Reaching into my pockets for my gloves, my brows furrowed, as I clutched onto a small piece of paper.
'What?'� Confused, I took another look back inside the café. When I saw her sitting alone at the table, I rushed back inside, but stopped short at the doorway. She held one hand up, telling me not to come any closer. She pointed to the note in my hand, looking down I unfolded the note, once, twice; my hands shook as I brought the crumpled note closer to my face.

I've seen you for weeks, always sitting alone, never smiling, and working away at your laptop. I can't help but wonder, what is it that you're writing? Who is it that you are writing for? I don't attempt to approach you because you don't seem like you want the company, and I didn't know how I could get your attention. But I think I have it now.
Maybe next time we'll actually be able to meet face to face, but for now, this is all I can do.

'Next time?'� I looked up from the note to find that she had disappeared again. 'Shit,'� I said, folding the note back over once, twice, then placed it back in my pocket. Then I found myself smiling, 'Yeah, next time.'�

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