The morning had not been kind to Desidaryus Blackwell, leaving him with a dent in the back corner of his black Lexus and a migraine that could drop a horse. He half-stormed into his favorite cafe, forced a kind greeting to the waitress who knew him by name, and he settled in his usual spot only to stare at his laptop and try to focus on his book. Right away, thoughts of that girl invaded his mind and he sighed in frustration. He was not in the mood to be waylaid today. He brushed his thick, dark hair back and out of the way and removed his thin half-framed glasses and just turned to stare out the window, hoping maybe a stranger passing by would give him a spark of inspiration to continue his story.
And then he saw her. His dark eyes widened and he felt his heart suddenly leap and beat rapidly as he lost his breath. He'd seen her many times before, and experienced this feeling each time without fail, but this time he was going to do something about it. He closed the document on his computer holding his story, and opened a fresh new page, and he began to write rapid-fire, words flowing from his fingertips like water from a river.