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Zhang: ~sitting in a small coffee shop, I warm my small hands by wrapping them around my mug. My dark eyes watch those around me and yet seem to see nothing. Raising the cup to my lips, I have a few sips of green tea before brushing a lock of hair behind my ear~
Taylor: I smiled slightly, leaning back in my own chair, watching you intently. I didn't know if you could feel my eyes on you, but I quickly looked back down at my book feeling awkward, not sure if I should talk to you or not.
Zhang: ~my eyes rest on the clock above the front counter and I realize that I will probably not sleep again this night. How many nights does that make now? Sighing softly, I have another sip of tea before I notice someone watching me briefly before going back to a book before them. Watching for a moment, I offer the smallest of smiles when you raise your eyes once more~
Taylor: When you smiled briefly at me, I cought a brief glimpse of sadness I could not know, and then it was gone as you looked down at your book again. I got up slowly, taking my poetry with me, and sat across from you. "Hey..." I said, unsure of any other words but a simple greeting.
Zhang: ~almond shaped eyes raise once more when a shadow passes across my table. Glancing up at you when you have a seat, I can do nothing more than offer another small, weak smile~ Hello... ~my hands entwine around my mug as I force myself not to fidget. This has been the longest I have sat still in quite some time. Perhaps something I should be proud of~ What is it that you read? ~asking as I make simple conversation. Resting my gaze on the book, I read the title before my smile widens in just the slightest~ Poetry... a sign of a creative mind... ~raising the mug to my lips, I have a sip of tea as I let the silence fall between us for a moment~ My name is Zhang...
Taylor: I smiled slightly, looking from you to my book, and back again. "I'm reading James Whitcomb Riley. He does beautiful works, and this book was something my grandmother gave to me. I find when the world has dealt me a bad hand, that I can go find this book, and it gives me some small comfort." My smile faltered as I spoke of my grandmother. ~All I have are the memories of her now.~ "I'm Taylor."
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