#foreseens

If anyone were to ask Jasper about this  E. X. A. C. T. moment, he’d probably lie. He was never one for the high romantic sort of stuff. Something that looks like it should be on the cover of a romance novel; some dude probably shirtless, windswept hair, an arm curled protectively around a swooning damsel. That wasn’t his style. 

And honestly, it was just another day. He was in his friendly neighborhood coffee shop with his laptop situated neatly in front of him as he dragged on through basic education college class at 24 god-damn-years-old. His black and tan mottled shepherd stayed curled at his feet with his head on his paws. It was a very normal Tuesday, thanks. 

When she walked in, he didn’t even look up at first. But the flash of a sundress caught in his peripherals and green-gray eyes flickered forward and he caught sight of probably the most gorgeous girl he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing.

It was a cliche; he’ll deny that his breath caught in his throat, heart probably skipped a couple of beats.

His palms rubbed against the fabric of his jeans, up and down, feeling the rough scratch of fabric against his skin. He could go and pretend to be waiting for a drink, strike up a conversation. Could go offer to buy her drink for her ( but would that be weird? )

Before he knew it, the german shepherd was pressing his face against his knee, making a soft whining noise in the back of his throat, tail thumping softly. Jasper’s movement’s paused, and he reached down to pet him, only for the dog to leap up and lick at his face. “--Argo, Argo, Argo I’m fine--” he puffed, scratching at the dog’s ears while also making an att empt to push the big dog down. “I’m okay, really--”

He managed to get his service dog down, and slowly stood up from the cushioned bench seat he was on. His cane was leaning against the table, but he didn’t take it. He straightened himself up, smoothed out his rumpled looking graphic tee, and tried to walk without his limp towards the bar.

Two years out of the military, and he was still in decent shape. He did a decent amount of exercise despite his messed up leg, still looked like maybe he could l be in command at any moment. 

Until he stumbled. Losing his focus on taking deliberate steps, his bad leg caught just in the right spot, and he went falling forward, stumbling and crashing into the girl in the sundress.

                    𝒔𝒉𝒆   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅   𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒆   𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕   𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌   𝒊𝒏   𝒂𝒏   𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕.   it   wasn’t   at   all   hard,   not   once   you   knew   what   it   was   you   were   looking   at.   to   the   unobservant,   her   bright,   unfocused   pools   of   amber   could   easily   be   written   off   as   slightly   dazed.   lips   parted,   slack.   a   daydream,   perhaps.   something   simply   human.   for   bella,   it   brought   with   it   an   instant   feeling   of   worry,   a   quiet   clenching   in   her   chest.   a   mild   spike   in   anxiety,   punctuated   by   a   quickened   pulse.   

                    the   moment   passed   in   uneasy   silence,   waiting   for   her   friend   to   be   free   of   her   vision   was   almost   agonizing.   she   could   be   patient,   sure,   but   with   all   the   horrors   surrounding   the   small   town  ;   the   danger   that   loomed,   although   momentarily   latent,   hung   above   them   like   a   guillotine   prepared   to   fall   at   any   given   moment.   her   concern   wasn’t   for   her   own   fate.   it   never   had   been.   it   lay   with   those   she   knew   would   do   everything   they   could   to   keep   her   from   danger.   her   family,   for   all   intents   &   purposes.   it   lay   with   those   not   privy   to   the   secrets   she   was,   blissfully   unaware   of   the   rising   danger.   one   yet   without   a   face.   &   that   fact   alone   spiked   her   anxiety   insurmountably. 

                    &   charlie.        ❛   is   everything   okay  ?   what   did   you   see  ?   ❜