We both were sitting silently on the balcony and watching the dark sky,
Must say, she is the best coffee maker in the world.
I have been peeking at her again and again, I know that she knows I am staring at her but neither she has been complaining nor she stares in my direction.
She has been sipping her coffee and licking her lips again and again,
I wish I was coffee or a mug so I would get a chance to come in contact with her lips.
Her aroma has freshened the surrounding,
Around her, everything feels magical, everything feels alright.
This feeling,
It's hard for me to define this feeling.
"Can... Can I meet Nick at weekends...!" I tried to talk to her then I realize what I asked her.
I cursed under my breath,
I thought she'll get angry at my words
but she was lookin
