It's a normal sunny day, and Im here looking at you and you're in the corner of this coffee shop, where you usually seat.
I never saw you with anyone when you enter this coffee shop.
You always wear a sweatshirt and ripped skinny jeans, but today your hair is in a messy bun and you look beautiful everytime I look at you.
You are looking outside the window and you're spacing out.
I wish I know what you're thinking.
The sun light from outside is kissing your cheeks.
How can you be this beautiful?
YOU ARE READING
Sweatshirt // c.a (Completed)
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