Ashen

You squeeze your eyes close and rise to your feet. Today was the day you’d finally talk to him. Then someone bumps into you, hard. Your empty coffee cup flies out of your hand, and books fall. You glance down, seeing your own face flawlessly captured in graphite in an open sketchbook. You look up, meeting stunning green hazel eyes and dark, wavy hair. His face inches from your own as you both crouch over the mess of art supplies. He clears his throat, offering you a sweetly dimpled smile.