Once he was gone I couldn't quite focus. The edges of my brain were being tugged away with my imagination making it hard to think and focus on the other customers.
Cole. It had never occurred to me how lovely that name was. It rolled languidly off my tongue and I relished the way it felt in my mouth.
In my mind I pinned people down like butterflies to a cork board in a glass case at a museum, but his ocean green wings would not be pinned, would not be stilled.
Whipping out my micron pens I began to sketch him, my hand dancing across the ballroom of white paper filling it with gestures, lines, and pools of value.
There was his energetic smile that curled his lips, there were his slightly crooked ebony white teeth.
There was the wave of glossy brown hair that flipped its way across his brow like it had a mind of its own, there were the fingers digging into his locks like they always seemed to be doing, desperately trying to find the balance between messy and groomed.
There were those ocean eyes flying at speeds never seen before to places and memories only Cole would ever know.
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Fanfiction•••••••••••COLE SPROUSE x GIRL ••••••••• At quarter past two in the afternoon a mysterious man walks through the door and into Jane's bookstore. He reappears everyday without a word, devoting hours to reading the many books lining the shelves. Jane...
