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London, 1:50 P.M:

The man chuckled.

"I'm sorry, how rude of me. My name's Eli." He took a sip of his coffee. "And you?"

Lily hesitated for a second.

"Lilith...but everyone calls me Lily."

He smiled at her. "Well, I think you're beautiful."

She chuckled humorlessly. "I get that from a lot of people."

He shook his head. "No, I think you're beautiful. It's not the same, trust me."

Lilith blushed. "Thank you."

Eli laughed. "For what? Telling the truth? You shine beauty, Lilith. Everywhere."

Lilith couldn't respond. A lump had formed in her throat. She fixed her hair anxiously. He chuckled and passed her a stray napkin, messy numbers scrawled in pen at the tip of the paper.

"Call me," he said lightly, "Lilith."

She took the paper and held it tight, blushing the entire time.

But all she was thinking in her head was: he didn't understand.

She was beautiful, yes. But she was beautiful because her nose was angled perfectly, because her eyes were an exotic shade of green, because she never got pimples.

Not because she was Lilith.

A/N: I'm dissapointed with myself. :(, hate the chapter, I'm really bad at inspirational writing. Bleh. Oh well, two updates in a row! Hope you likey!