Today in sociology you didn't have a clue to as what was going on, which made me realize I didn't have a clue as to what was happening with you like I should have.
You seemed lost in your own little world as I kept glancing at you, tapping your fingers on the desk in a steady rhythm.
Mr. Murray even noticed, but didn't comment on it.
I tapped on your arm, sliding you a note.
Everything ok?
You scanned over it before writing something back.
Could be better.
I didn't know what else to say, so I didn't. Then the bell rang and you were out of the class before me or Mr. Murray could talk to you.
Then I didn't see you at the cafe later that day when you told me to come.
I understand, I just wish I could help make it better.
Love,
Briella
YOU ARE READING
Love, Briella | ✓
Short StoryBriella had fallen in love with a coffee barista at a cafe she frequented; she didn't think he'd ever notice a shy girl like her.
