Him and Her
A short story by Chelsea RM
(Really rough sample of my free writing)

She was sitting in a coffee shop booth across him. She was constantly biting her nails and petting her lips with the tip of her fingers. Sometimes she found herself pushing her long and messy brown hair behind her ears, making her well-defined jawline visible. When she occasionally stared dead center at him, he couldn’t help but look back. The bags beneath her hazel eyes never made the shape sink – her eyes were always big and her eyelashes naturally bold. He would lose control of himself in her eyes. He would feel like he was locked and she, the only one with the key. He once fell for those eyes, but now he was afraid of them.

A barista then came to their table to drop off a coffee for him and nothing for her. He looked up at the barista and flashed a smile of gratitude. His smile. Words can only attempt to describe his smile. His teeth were perfectly straight as if God himself had sculpted them. The way his soft red lips curved around them was magical. It left her empty seeing him show it effortlessly to someone else. She was now afraid of that smile. 

(To be continued. Just kidding. The rest of the story sucks, so it’s up to your imagination on what happens next)

I realized you’re not for me,
But I want to stay friends.
We were good for each other once before,
I think we could be good for each other again.