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You stepped into the coffee shop the cool air enveloping your hot skin. It was a ritual now. Every morning the same time, same place, same table. You looked forward to talking to him even if it was a quick hello in passing or even just a shared smile.
Unfortunately today was different. A woman sat across from him. The usual smile for you was not there as he seemed to not even notice you as you ordered your coffee.
Your eyes slid over his body watching for any signs as to why he hadn’t looked your way yet. His eyes stayed on the other woman as she babbled mindlessly about something. The blood in ears roared as anger flared within you. You dug your nails deeply into your palm attempting to ground yourself as you stared at them.
You grabbed your coffee from the barista without a thank you and turned quickly to leave. Giving one final look at the tall blonde man. His eyes met yours and you narrowed them hard without even trying to hide your anger, quickly making your way out the door.
You walked through the crowd outside zigzag zagging your way past the people around you. Your blood still boiling. You turned down a side street and chunked your coffee at the wall. The paper cup crumpling under the force of your throw. The splatter of your latte coated the red brick wall. You let out a frustrated growl, picking up the cup and disposing of it in a trash can as you made your way back to your apartment your day already ruined.
You slammed your door shut sinking to the floor and finally letting the tears flow out. You felt so dumb over how something so small ruined your day. How he and ruined your day.
No smile plastered across his face for you. No simple greeting. All you could see was the other woman with him. Her red hair glinting in the sunlight through the window. The day was already over in your mind. You spent the rest of it ruminating on every interaction you had had with him. How you could’ve said more. Could’ve sat down with him, given him your number and not left it to what ifs. You decided you wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop for awhile you didn’t want to feel this out of control again anytime soon.
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You didn’t notice as he followed you. How he left the other woman at the table without a simple nod of goodbye. How he followed you as you angrily stomped down the street, fist so tight he could tell your fingers were turning white. How he heard the cup of coffee hit the wall and the frustrated noise you let out. He found it amusing that you were so worked up over someone so insignificante. Who had sat down with him without being asked.
He followed you all the way to your apartment. Your anger clouding your ability to see the obvious man stalking behind you making sure you got him safe.
Days had past since the incident. From the small viewpoint from another rooftop he knew you hadn’t left your place since he saw you last, hadn’t ordered food, hadn’t even checked your mail. You had cooped yourself up in there and hadn’t even given him a glimpse through a window. Your shades drawn closed tightly as to not let anything out. He was beginning to lose it. Your beautiful smile hadn’t graced his eyes in what felt like a lifetime. The soft smell of your perfume began to get distant in his memory. He needed to see you, smell you, hear the sing songs voice of yours.
He had waited for you everyday at the coffee shop. Sometimes hours and you never showed. On the sixth day he found himself running behind. He had spent so much time watching your place that he hadn’t slept much. His eyes red rimmed with dark circles under them. He stumbled into the store burnt coffee hitting his nose first and then the faint whiff of your smell. His ears perked up as he heard your voice, he scanned the room quickly finding you at the table he always sat at. Your back was toward him and you facing a dark haired smiling man that was in his seat. The seat he had watched you from for months.
He could feel the blood rushing through his veins. The anger taking over his very being. How could you ignore him, forget about him for days and then show up with another man.
He stalked his way toward you both. “You’re in my seat.” His words a growl behind clenched teeth.
Your head snapped upwards toward the man towering over you and the other guy. “Listen I don’t know who…” the man across from you began to say but you cut him off quick.
“You can leave now.” Your voice giddy with excitement as you motioned your head toward the door. You narrowed your eyes at him as if daring him to object.
The dark haired man got up quickly brushing past the one you really wanted muttering something about you being crazy.
The tall blonde sat down in the now empty seat. His hands still clenched rested on top of the table.
You stared at each other for a moment his hazel eyes locking with yours. You could see the anger, possessiveness and a tinge of sadness in them. You reached for his hand forcing him to unclench his fist. Your fingertips traced over the calluses on his palm.
“Doesn’t feel good does it?” You said with a smirk as you traced a heart into his palm.
He blinked rapidly at you as if he didn’t understand what you were saying. The girl he had been watching, obsessing over to the point of no sleep had purposely baited him and he had fallen for it. He felt vulnerable under your watchful eyes. He could see the jealously and obsessiveness in them. It was the same sight as when he would look in the mirror.
He let out a deep breathy laugh before grasping your hand tightly placing his other on top, creating a cage you couldn’t pull from.
“I’m Dex by the way.” He said squeezing your hand tightly.