“What’s it for?” she questioned him.
He held his stare for a few more long seconds then shifted his eyes to the book in his hand. “It’s just my thoughts.”
His voice was pleasing and gentle. Much different than what Evelynn had been expecting, though as she thought about it, she wasn’t quite sure what she had expected. Maybe something deep and gruff, as it seems most men of few words are. The blonde boy was quiet and peculiar but in a soft, inviting kind of way. Those were the only words Evelynn had the chance to contemplate though, for after he spoke, he closed his notebook, placed it back into his bag and walked out of the coffee shop. She watched him leave, not feeling offended that he left, barely answering her. Instead, he had peaked her curiosity and left her anticipating tomorrow’s class and another encounter with his penetrating green eyes.
Evelynn found herself lost in thought, almost forgetting that she had to make her way across campus to her next class. She glanced up at the ticking clock on the wall. 9:34. She had just enough time to walk to class as she continued to wonder about the mysterious boy not dwelling on Rush at all.
A week had passed since her first encounter with the blonde headed boy, and Evelynn hadn’t been able to keep him from her mind. She’d found herself hoping to run into him on the street as she crossed campus from class to class. She’d frequented the coffee shop every day hoping he’d reappear at the table next to hers, but she hadn’t seen him again. In class, Evelynn had actually begun to pay attention as psychology interested her. She loved figuring out what made people who they were and why two people who seemed so alike or different could come from backgrounds she would never imagine. It also helped that the sandy blonde hair wasn’t in attendance. The seat to her right remained empty each successive day, and Evelynn was beginning to think that the boy had withdrawn himself from the course.
This Monday morning was no different than the past week had been. Evelynn arrived outside the classroom door with a few minutes to spare before class began. Like before, she stood, pressed against the wall, watching the crowded halls slowly thin out until only the stragglers were left hurrying to class. One difference between this Monday and the last was that Evelynn was no longer preparing herself to face the classroom filled with so many memories of her love-lost past. Now she was hoping to see the unusual man who’d peaked her interest slip into class so she might have a chance to discover more about his notebook and what it meant. She looked down at her watch. 7:58. She might as well assume he wasn’t showing up today, so she put aside her anxious hoping and made her way across the classroom to her seat.
He held his stare for a few more long seconds then shifted his eyes to the book in his hand. “It’s just my thoughts.”
His voice was pleasing and gentle. Much different than what Evelynn had been expecting, though as she thought about it, she wasn’t quite sure what she had expected. Maybe something deep and gruff, as it seems most men of few words are. The blonde boy was quiet and peculiar but in a soft, inviting kind of way. Those were the only words Evelynn had the chance to contemplate though, for after he spoke, he closed his notebook, placed it back into his bag and walked out of the coffee shop. She watched him leave, not feeling offended that he left, barely answering her. Instead, he had peaked her curiosity and left her anticipating tomorrow’s class and another encounter with his penetrating green eyes.
Evelynn found herself lost in thought, almost forgetting that she had to make her way across campus to her next class. She glanced up at the ticking clock on the wall. 9:34. She had just enough time to walk to class as she continued to wonder about the mysterious boy not dwelling on Rush at all.
A week had passed since her first encounter with the blonde headed boy, and Evelynn hadn’t been able to keep him from her mind. She’d found herself hoping to run into him on the street as she crossed campus from class to class. She’d frequented the coffee shop every day hoping he’d reappear at the table next to hers, but she hadn’t seen him again. In class, Evelynn had actually begun to pay attention as psychology interested her. She loved figuring out what made people who they were and why two people who seemed so alike or different could come from backgrounds she would never imagine. It also helped that the sandy blonde hair wasn’t in attendance. The seat to her right remained empty each successive day, and Evelynn was beginning to think that the boy had withdrawn himself from the course.
This Monday morning was no different than the past week had been. Evelynn arrived outside the classroom door with a few minutes to spare before class began. Like before, she stood, pressed against the wall, watching the crowded halls slowly thin out until only the stragglers were left hurrying to class. One difference between this Monday and the last was that Evelynn was no longer preparing herself to face the classroom filled with so many memories of her love-lost past. Now she was hoping to see the unusual man who’d peaked her interest slip into class so she might have a chance to discover more about his notebook and what it meant. She looked down at her watch. 7:58. She might as well assume he wasn’t showing up today, so she put aside her anxious hoping and made her way across the classroom to her seat.
