Muse

Her eyes darted around the loud room, fingers dancing along the

wooden table. No one had caught her interest. They were all stoic in their own way, not exciting enough to be noticed. The soft chime of the bell caused her attention to be turned onto the entrance. The café was never the most interesting place to be at, but the one who walked in caught the regular's eye.

She was beautiful.

It wasn't her looks that had made the other's mind go blank, but rather her pure moves.

They began to talk.

The regular learned the girl's name was Max.

Max, god she loved that name. She didn't question if it was short for anything, as it would ruin the mystery. Max also learned something about the regular.

Her name was Chloe.

She too, was a thing of beauty.

The way her eyes seemed to never run out of things to look at, and how her laughed echoed in the café. Her fingers still rhythmically tapping the table, but it was more slowed down.

It was as if the world only contained of the two of them. Their eyes were locked on each other for the whole night as they chatted about whatever came to mind. Time travel, the world ending, and butterflies were just some of the topics, which were seemingly unrelated.

However, they did have a small sense of nostalgia to them. They didn't speak much on those topics after coming to that realisation, feeling it would be best to leave that alone.

Soon enough, Max left the small café. Chloe leaned back in her chair, gazing around the room once more. Her eyes locked onto something in the corner, that no one else seemed to see.

It was a small blue butterfly.