Daisy

October 1, 2024

The first day that I met her I could hear her laugh from across the room, even with my headphones on. Later on, I would tell her that her laugh was contagious. She was the loudest, most outspoken person I had ever met, and I loved that about her. She never shared an opinion of hers without being asked, but if you asked, you needed to know that she was going to tell you everything she had ever thought about that topic.

I looked up to find the face behind that boisterous laugh and her fiery red hair caught my eye. She had a sharp jaw and perfect teeth and eyes so blue you could swim in them. Usually, blue eyes freaked me out a little bit, they seem a little too intense, but on her they looked effortless and welcoming. She had a thick layer of eyeliner along her top lid that was a deep charcoal color and it made her features sing. I was instantly taken with her. She was talking to a friend of hers with honey colored hair and her back turned to me. They had each gotten a latte of some kind and were enthusiastically talking and waving their arms mire inches away from knocking the big cups off the small two top they were sitting at. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as she grabbed her friends arm and gave her a look of surprise. I needed to stop staring, I knew that, but I simply couldn’t; I was captivated.

There was no way that she hadn't noticed my stare, but she gave me no indication that she could see me, so I took a deep breath, took out my headphones and got up from the armchair in the corner of the coffee shop. Every fiber of my being vibrated; I had never been this bold. I was not someone who would walk up to be a beautiful stranger. Who was I? But that day I was had something come over me and I just had to meet her. It felt like a lifetime, the walk from the armchair where my backpack was left, to the table where she sat. She looked up as I came closer and my heart was instantly in my stomach. I coudln’t do this. I am not this person. But then she smiled at me, and the rest of the world melted away and for the first time in my life, I felt like love at first sight could really be a thing. Could I really be in love with this girl when I didn't even know her name? She stood up and walked towards me. I didn’t realize I had stoped, but she want going to let that be the reason we didn’t meet. She met me half way across the floor of the coffee shop, not breaking eye contact the entire time and stuck out her hand to meet mine,

“Hi, I’m Daisy.”