Stella’s point of view-
The next day we had decided to meet at the cafe to work on the script. We are done halfway, only the other half is left. Right at this moment, I am struggling to write the confession scene. I have been staring at my empty screen for the past fifteen minutes. The bell at the door dings as a customer walks in snapping my attention to see it was Elijah.
He was wearing a plain black hoodie and faded blue jeans. His curly brown hair was messy yet he managed to look like a runaway model as I heard the group of school girls sitting next to my table giggling while staring at him. But his eyes scan the area and as soon as they land on me, he grins, making my heart race.
A room full of people and he was smiling brightly at me. He walks up to me and sits right next to me. The smell of fresh soap hitting me made me aware of the fact that he was sitting very close to me. I could feel the warmth of his body and somehow it relaxed my jumpy nerves.
