ciara

you're perfect. you're funny, pretty, easy to talk to, all of the above.. you never had a problem asking somebody out. it was light work for you, so why, why is it this stupid time that you can't even form words ??

again, you're perfect. nothing, absolutely no one can make you think otherwise. since you were a little kid, you knew you were perfect-- and you had absolutely no problems with that. well.. occasional love letters slipped in your locker while you were in school, loads of instagram message requests, maybe a random guy coming up to you and asking for your number, but it was ok-- all of it was normal for you. you weren't shy, you got everything you wanted, you're confident, bold, all of the above. with every attribute that you have, you'd obviously expect not to get your words caught in your throat talking to a random girl, right ?? wrong. .. you were walking around downtown area with your friends, talking about absolutely nothing. just random stuff, gossip around campus, your professors, shopping.. etc. as yall were walking, you spotted a beautiful restaurant, which was perfect for an instagram post.. so you beelined toward it, your friends following suit.

you were seated almost immediately. the decor was beautiful, the booths were spotless-- but that's not what i'm getting at. you and your friends were chatting about the drink menu for a few minutes, there was so much to choose from! well, you were the one mostly chatting-- that was until your waitress appeared in front of your table, and suddenly, your mind went completely blank. she was beautiful. and not the beautiful where you want to be friends with her, the beautiful that has you mesmerized at this very moment. you cleared your throat, avoiding her gaze. (after staring at her for a good 10 seconds) you turned your head in embarrassment, your hands now moist with sweat.. she shot you a brief, puzzled look-- but carried on, taking your friends' orders. when it was your turn, she locked eyes with you, refusing to look away. you couldn't even function. flustered, you pointed to a random latte on the menu, barely able to whisper your choice.

"sorry, come again?" she questioned, holding her notepad and pen, frozen.

you almost melted right there and then. it was just something about her that made you-- who has never had a problem with this once in her whole life-- feel and act like this.

"the.. the uh.." you mumbled the last part, staring down at the menu.

"what was that, baby ?"