Handsome stranger’s POV

He’s so beautiful. I think I may have died and went to heaven. His jet-black hair is perfectly tousled, lips a vibrant cherry red, eyes big and bright like stars. I can see his dark long lashes framing his twinkling, round expressive eyes, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches a couple kiss. I can see by his posture that he is jealous, slightly annoyed maybe. He watches on, shoulders hunched and movements slow. He turns to leave. I rush forward ready to introduce myself, the greeting died on my lips once I see him engaged in a conversation with the girl from before. I impatiently tap my feet and wait for them to finish. Anger builds up inside me when I see them in an intimate embrace. No. No, he’s mine. Go back to your lover you stupid girl. Shoo. Leave so I can sweep my dear angel off his feet. I mentally cheered when I see them pull apart and she is ushered away by the heavily tattooed punk. Good.

I walk closer to him, hoping he will notice me. But before he does he lets out an audible sigh and forehead wrinkles cutely in concentration as he contemplates his next move. I see another happy glint in his eyes as he briskly walks towards the elevators. I see him run and halt the elevator and sheepishly slip through, offering the other late Christmas shoppers an apologetic smile. Cursing at my slowness and inability to think around him, I quickly followed after, noting where he got off and waited to catch the next coming elevators. I got off on the second floor, frustrated and annoyed that my angel was nowhere to be found. Irritated I followed the hoard of shoppers and let myself be immersed in the excited energy of the crowd surrounding the colossal Christmas tree. Curious, I effortlessly squeezed through too see what all the commotion is about. Clocking my head slightly to the left I let out a playful smile, huh, t