to the boy with blue eyes,

thank god you were here today.

it's gotten to the point where the baristas already know my name and have my order memorized and ready for when i come in from the door: a pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream and caramel drizzle. i hate the flavor, but i still force myself to drink it. you like it too, so there must be something about this drink that's good.

you were just sitting there in that same booth; doodling something in your notebook as usual. your beanie is slouched and your leather jacket is still too big on you. you'd look up at me once and a while and wave. a goofy grin on your face is evident, too.

i hate it but love it at the same time.

i still don't have the guts to talk to you, however. i think you already know that i've been watching you these past few days. i hope you're not too creeped out. maybe it's flattering that someone takes this much interest in you.

actually, i hope you are creeped out. i just need to know something about you.

sincerely,
- seto