to the boy with blue eyes,

it's almost been a week and i know literally nothing about you. we never spoke; it's just a couple of smiles, stares, and waved. the air is so thick and awkward even the bartsias want to see some action. i just want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

actually, i retract that previous statement. i know some things about you (from a third person perspective).

you're not from new york because of your accent; you're probably from australia. you're a college student, probably graduating soon with some kind of degree in arts. you like to draw and you want that as your career choice. you tend to dress yourself in darker colors, which compliments your blue eyes and electrifying blond hair. you like to hum and stick your tongue out while you draw, and you like pumpkin spice lattes. you usually come into this cafe at 2:30 and leave at 3:30 or earlier.

i'm creepy, i know.

i'm assuming you don't know anything about me. you probably even gave me the nickname: "creepy brunet stalker." i wouldn't blame you, but i can't help myself for staring.

just please talk to me.

sincerely,
- seto