4 Minute Affair.
Hi. I saw you at the table. You were drinking coffee and reading your book. You were so beautiful. Like you walked out of that ad behind you and just sat on that chair. Your hair was messy it was perfect. I could not help but steal glances at you behind my cup, my book, my knee. How awkward it was, that you sat across from me. Oblivious of how I was persevering there. You touched your lips. I sighed. You ran your fingers through your hair. I almost cried. You smiled. I died. And my boyfriend came. 4 minutes late.