there was another time. she looked gorgeous.
she always looks gorgeous...just particularly gorgeous today.
"coffee and"
"peach scone"
"uh..yes"
fleur grinned and turned around to retrieve my coffee and scone. i admired her as she did so.
her hair was down and slightly messy looking, like she hadn't actually combed it this morning. and her face was more natural. it didn't have its usual pat of concealer and brush of blush. just a flick of eyeliner that always looked dead on point.
"oh i know i look terrible today"
damnit. she noticed.
"i woke up late and had no time at all to get ready"
"i think you look beautiful"
she bit her lip to prevent smiling at me. i ignored the slight red colour shining on her cheeks.
i smiled and walked away with my coffee and scone.
fuck man she's amazing.
