The Cutest Things in Life Do Happen in Less Than 10 Seconds.

Sep 05, 2007 17:34

It's true. I said it once before and I’ll say it again. Maybe it’s just me but I adore cute little gestures when they’re made, especially if it’s coming from an angel drinking her milk tea with tapioca. I don’t know what it is. It could possibly be the eyes that engage you or even the smile that lures you in, but right after you two look at each other for the first time, everything just seems right in the world. It’s almost like getting a little Herseys Kiss candy. Once you receive one of those cute little treats, you can’t help but ask for more, but you can’t because you don’t want to seem rude.

Today after I picked up my brother and dropped him off at home, I decided to go to Tapioca Express for funsies. As I began ordering my milk tea with fried calamari, I caught a glimpse of this beautiful young lady silently reading her book while drinking her own personal milk tea. In my head I immediately thought we were a perfect match because of the milk tea coincidence. While I waited for my order, I couldn’t help but take a glance or two, or three at her. And as I continued staring for maybe the fourth or fifth time, she looked up and took a glance at me. At that moment my heart literally fell to the ground. She started to look down at her book again as I pretended to turn around and pick up what was left of my heart.

We were both a little shocked when it happened, but then she looked up and gave me the most adorable smile ever. Of course I returned the favor, but not as cute and endearing as I’d want it to be. She then got up, threw away her drink, and before she turned to leave the building, she turned around and smiled at me again. It was then that I had received my order, but I wasn’t hungry anymore. I didn’t know her name, where she lived, what part of town she was from, what car she drove, or if she even existed. All I know is that she left me smiling all the way back home, milk tea and calamari in hand.
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