8The girl clambered onto the chair and sat herself comfortably in amongst the crowd. As usual, she devoured the burger with hungry eyes and looked straight ahead.
From a distance was a pair of watchful eyes. Like every other day, he stood from a distance in a bookshop, watching every move. He decided that he liked this girl. Her jet black hair hung loosely around her shoulders and was divided into a side part. She sat with her shoulders hunched and legs moving from side to side, unable to keep still. He wanted so much to confide in her and become friends. His obvious attraction to her made him feel sick to the pit of his stomach.
The girl pushed her chair backwards, producing a screeching sound from the floor, grabbed her rubbish and threw it neatly into the bin. She turned around, searching for anyone she knew and promptly picked up her bag to leave the food court.
This time, I will get her name, thought Xavier. Maybe I should pretend to bump into her, nah, what have I become? A wimp? If I don't think of something, I'll have to wait a whole day for her to appear again, oh fuck that.
"Hi."
The girl stared at the person before her. Her face gave nothing away but judgments about his appearance and personality were being hacked away in her brain. He was the perfect height, around 175cm and had a rather lean and athletic body. His eyes were a pale blue and ran deep into infinity. His hair was like that of a baby's; soft and golden and messy. She liked the look of him.
"Hi," she replied, face still expressionless. There was no reply from the young man.
"You need something?" she asked, dismissively.
"Yeah, your name," Xavier was beginning to think this wasn't such a great idea after all.
"Jay." She didn't want him to think she liked him or anything.
This girl fascinated him. She had a look about her that said 'don't-mess-with-me', but it contrasted greatly with her facial features. She wasn't hot and she didn't have that wild look that some girls had these days. Instead, she had soft, undefined features that gave her face its unique beauty. Her eyebrows hadn't been plucked in search for perfection and her mouth was small and round. Her hair wasn't straight and nor was it curly, it had a little bounce in it and framed her face perfectly.
"Right, got it. I'll see you some other time," he tried to act cool and as though he didn't care.
"Hm, sure." She wasn't sure what to make of him. First he comes up to her, a complete stranger, asks for her name and then dismisses her. Was he interested in her or what? She hated being in an uncomfortable situation so she turned her heels swiftly and continued towards the nearest escalator.
So he finally got her name. What a girl. After two whole months of intently watching her on every Sunday, he finally got her name. Jay. It didn't suit her very well. For one, she was Asian and Jay seemed so much of a Western name. Secondly, Jay was a name more suitable for a tomboy. Although you couldn't say she was a prim and proper lady, she was more that than a tomboy. He really didn't know what to make of her; all he knew was that he couldn't wait to see her next Sunday.