She held the cup of steaming coffee in both of her hands as she silently stared out the window. At this point, it had become a habit for her and she didn't foresee herself changing it.

She took a sip from the cup and placed the green mug down in front of her. She picked up her pen and wrote down a few more words in her notebook.

She re-read the page she had and smiled to herself. She erased a word and replaced it before closing it and picking up her cup again.

She studied everything going on around her. She noticed the couple in the booth in front of her. From the first glance, she could tell that they had been in a relationship for a while.

She saw another couple in the booth behind the first couple except this one was a new relationship. She could tell by the way there was something about the air around them. They were trying to get to know each other without scaring the other away.

She smiled when she saw the old couple getting seated at a table. But the smile reached her eyes when she watched him pull the chair out for his wife.

It was the small gestures that melted her heart to the point she just felt like goo inside. She wanted that. She wanted the type of love that made her smile a genuine smile and that would turn her heart into a huge gooey mess.

She would never call herself a writer, but she liked writing about the people she met. Well, the people she watched she hoped it didn't come off like she was a creep. There was just something about noticing the small things she couldn't help but love. She wrote it all down, so she wouldn't forget about them. She wanted to remember them all. 

It was most likely because she had a fear of being forgotten, so she put it on herself to record the people she saw. More often than not she wrote about the couples. She wrote about the little gestures. And she wrote it as if it came from fairy tales cause that's the way it all looked in her eyes. She smiled softly as she put down her pen. It was all written down. Now there were three more love stories not to be forgotten, and she felt accomplished.

This is the first chapter. I will probably take it down in two days.