Today heard him talk.

His voice was beautiful. The cheery tone explaining a story to the same orange haired man who sat across from him once more.

I would say that I wished to be in that man's position, but I do not. For I don't even know the brunette's name, I only know how he changes the atmosphere of the room and how his laughter is more addictive than most music that I've heard.

I looked up and saw his eyes looking into mine from the table he sat at.

I left.