god, she is so ravishingly beautiful. the way her chocolate eyes dart across the algebraic equations, absorbing all of the information (or not)
her hands are covered in ink and graphite, decorating her knuckles. there's something graceful about it. I can see flowers sprouting from the graphite (or was she just drawing on her hands again?)
as she gazed in my direction, her dark eyes steadily blossomed with annoyance. her voice rang throughout the room, words effortlessly flowing from her lips.
"what the fuck are you looking at?"
oh my. she's a goddess.
The creepy guy who works at the McDonald’s by my house
Sweet Mother of God, she's pulling into the drive-thru.
I wonder what she'll order today...I know she loves those chicken honey mustard snack wraps, but maybe she's in a McDouble mood...
Wow, the way she sticks her head out the window. Her hair is flying everywhere, into her face and even her mouth, but she's still smiling.
She rolled the window back up and as she moves to window one she's fixing her hair...not smiling anymore. She probably thinks her hair is like a rat's nest, but I think it's more like a-
Oh snap. She licked her finger and is running it over her eyelid...fixing her eyeliner, maybe. Dear God, that was hot.
She got the McDouble...but payday's tomorrow, so maybe I'll see her again soon. I'll be able to watch her glide inside the dining room and float around by the fountain drinks as she fills her medium cup with Coke, no ice, just like she always does.
Wait, she's pulling over and coming inside...did we eff up her order...?
Good. Maybe I'll get told to remake it...
Working
Oh my God. Look she's typing. I wonder what she is writing. Do you think it is one of her stories? I want to read it. Do you think she would let me? Oh. She just got an email. I wish I could email her. Maybe if I sneak over I can get her email address. Do you think that'd be annoying? I don't want to be annoying. But a quick peek shouldn't hurt, right?
Beautiful
She's beautiful.
It's so simple, watching her stare out at the rain hitting the window. I can hear her music blasting from here. She thinks she has awful taste, but I think it's lovely, and important.
It's everything from the bend of her arm supporting her neck, the way her legs cross, her careful, tight hold on her bag-- she's telling stories without even moving. The wonders of watching a writer live are limitless.
She sniffs lightly-- allergies. I wish I could make them all go away.
She's suddenly turning, turning towards me, lifting her chin from her hand and tilting her head towards me.
For a moment I'm lost, and then she smiles.
Without even thinking, I smile back. How could I not?
She's beautiful.
(Inspired by how I feel watching my girlfriend! <3)