Do the others scare you off? She doesn’t really know, because they don’t get her attention like you. You. It was all she could think about lately. You were so… beautiful? She doesn’t know the right word, but she knows she’s been drawn to you ever since she saw you in a local cafe, and she doesn’t even know your name. Cafe’s told Agnes about you once, and she laughed and teased her about it. She’d sure Agnes would fall for you the same way she is. She’d keep her hand to the floor, and her eyes on you. God, you, she wants to have you so bad, and show you off. The thought of you being hers makes her face red. This has to be fake.

Was this a set up? Maybe. There’s no way you’d flirt back if it wasn’t. Cafe would still gladly take the risk. She didn’t want you to focus on anyone but each other when you two were alone. She’s swore no one has ever made her feel like this. The struggle to keep her hands to herself, the red that flushes on your face when she compliments you. The way she just wants to hold and pamper you. It was difficult, but exciting, flirting with a stranger. God, she wish she knew your name, it was probably something as pretty and beautiful as you were. She swore she was a different person when she met with you, suddenly all nervous and what not. But it’s you, and suddenly it all makes sense.

She’d head back to the coffee shop today, in hopes of finding you there, sitting at the table by the window. And you were. Sitting there, drinking your espresso. She watched a smile crack on your face when she came through the door, the same smile that made her heart beat quicken every time she saw it. She’d get her usual order, and sit at your table, across you.

“You’re… here again. As enchanting as you were last time, maybe more so…”

You’d blush, and compliment her eyes, something about them looking like the sun in the sky. And suddenly, you both were flustered.

“Y-You’re still such a flirt… but if that’s what you want… I— I don’t mind playing along…”

Here we go again— This game of yours never gets old. But tonight, she was going to make you hers.