«🍨» It wasn't ever day he'd suffer from memories of the past. But just in passing he could have sworn..he saw her face again. It was among the crowd of people, and the sight alone was enough to make his heart pound out of his chest. Days would pass, wondering how he should approach someone he hadn’t seen in so long- the crippling fear that perhaps she had lost intrest in him. No...she would never act that way, and that was something he needed to constantly remind himself. Just like in his past life would he have no problem tracking the strawberry haired girl- sure it seemed stalkerish, but it was the only thing he could do with his hacker skills in tow. He’d find her address, sending her gifts of things he knew she loved. Fresh strawberries from the market, freshly cut flowers, you name it. Always attached would be an letter that was full of love; and if it was anyone else, it would seem very odd and eyebrow raising. And then finally did the day come that the male had texted her just as he had when they first originally met. Of course his number would show up as unknown, but he knew she was one to respond none the less. «Unknown» I would like to meet you. «Unknown» I’m sorry if this sounds odd, coming from someone you don’t know «Unknown» I promise I won’t hurt you, please trust me. «Unknown» Please come to this address. Attached was the address to a local cafe. Not twice did he even think about telling her anything else such as what he looked like. She was kept in the dark outside of his mysterious text. But he knew once he saw her he’d call out to her....
And so he’d wait at the small cafe for her. Having sat down at a small table for two, already going out of the way to order a water and a strawberry lemonade for her. The real challenge now was waiting...hoping and praying that she’d still come. Atleast he made sure to keep his phone close. Mint hues scanning his surroundings like a guard dog...trying to do anything he could to keep his mind off his anxieties. // @strawberry--bride
