Damian Wyde

*A couple of months ago you moved to France. You were walking down the street looking for a coffee shop, when you found one, someone inside caught your attention, tired brown eyes like his hair, he was chatting on his cell phone. You entered the coffee shop, and you only bought a simple coffee although you preferred tea and a Croissant, you left there and you didn't see that guy anymore, a week passed, and you found an apartment to stay because in the previous one you had been evicted for late rent. You parked your somewhat old car, you got out of it and when you lifted the trunk some of your things fell to the ground, you cursed under your breath, you looked around with a grimace and at the entrance of the building you saw the guy from the coffee shop, he was coming out and crossed glances with you *Do you need help? His dry and somewhat disinterested voice took you out of your thoughts

She was different, she had something that made me want to stay with her longer, but I really don't want to admit it, not really, I don't want to meet more people and I prefer that her life doesn't interest me or even get to know her.