I stomp out of the hospital; cold, winter wind blowing in my face. My mother is still in the waiting room, biting her nails nervously, but I can't force myself to feel sorry for him. This sucks. My Friday night was being spent in a hospital instead being with my friends at the basketball game. All because my idiot brother thought he could fly.

Coming up to the vending machine, I fish out a slightly wrinkled dollar from my pocket. I let out a frustrated sigh. It isn't even a normal vending machine! What kind of vending machine sells coffee? Though, a cup of coffee could warm up my shivering bones. With my spirits rising, I put the dollar in the vending machine. Only to have it immediately spit back at me.

"Of course!" I growl, my patience finally running out. "Today sucks! I'm stuck here! I can't even get a descent cup of coffee!"

"You look like you could use some help," came a singsong voice from behind me. My eyes widen to see an angel. She's just a girl, but she's so beautiful. Her sweeping eyelashes cover reddish brown eyes. Pale skin simmering like a million tiny stars. Her hair as white as fresh snow hair tucked beneath her scarf. Her slightly too big jacket hung loosely on her small frame. She still wore a school uniform, yet I could see her shivering.

"Here, let me try." she says, taking the dollar from my hand. Her delicate fingers brush mine, making my heart skip a beat. She effortlessly puts the money in the vending machine. "What do you want?" I silently push the button, too stunned by her beauty to speak. She smiles as I place the can to my lips. The bitter taste of cheap coffee slides down my throat, but because she bought it for me it tasted exquisite.

"T-thanks," I stammer, inwardly cringing at how lame I sound.

"No problem," she replies. "Bye." She turns to leave, giving me a little wave. Panic flares in my chest and my body moves on its own. I grab her hand, but as she looks at me, I quickly pull away.

"Uh, what's your name?" I ask nervously.

"Naomi. What's your name?" she answers.

"Its Ryan, nice to meet you," I reply, my heart threatening to pound out of my chest.

"Nice to meet you to. Have a nice night," Naomi says, turning away. This time I let her go, watching her disappear into the night.

I walk back into the hospital, my feet feeling lighter than before. I sit beside my mother, still clutching the coffee in my hands. My heart is finally starting to slow as I trace my fingers around the can. Is this feeling love? Am I in love? Yeah...I think I love her. Yet at the same time I feel confusion, I mean I just meet her. I'm still young, I could just be confused. No, I'm pretty sure I love her. My mother gives me a strange look, wondering why I was so happy all of a sudden. I push away the confusing thoughts and focus on my encounter with Naomi.

"Naomi...what a beautiful name," I whisper.