She was with two of her friends when he noticed her the very first time. She was small and delicate looking and had short brown hair that swept across her forehead. She wore a simple outfit that consisted of a pair of blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt.  It was simple, yet still beautiful.  He couldn’t help but stare at her from across the coffee shop. He could only watch as she laughed at the jokes her friends made and admire her smile. He could only watch as she tried to silence her laugh when other patrons glared at her for being loud. He didn’t understand how people didn’t want to hear her laugh it was beautiful just like her.
                He contemplated going up to her and introducing himself and asking her out on a date, but he was too nervous to do so. She was just so beautiful. He looked down at his now cold Americano and slowly began to work up his confidence. When he finally gained enough he looked up but she was gone.