I pick up the paper where Ms. Smith had put what type of flowers she wanted, and went looking. I'm so tired. It's 8:30 in the morning and I didn't get much sleep last night. I pick out a few petunias, marigolds and babys breath, and walk to the shelf to get some pink ribbon. The bell on the front door rings as someone walks in, I turn to see who it is.
I stand completly still for a second, breathless. With the shades pulled, when the door opens sunlight poors in, all around the creature that just walked in. Long blond hair flows around his face as he turns to look around the shop. As he closes the door and the sunlight disappears, I snap back into reality. Well, most of me does. I can see the blueness of his eyes across the room. I don't believe I have ever seen a boy so beautiful. He has such an angelic look. I watch ever so closely, taking every bit of him in, as he walks to the counter across from Candice. I can hear him ask her something, but my mind is still too far away to comprehend what he says. She nods and walks into the back room. I watch him look around while he waits, and see him glance at me and look down at my name tag. He takes a minute, to read it I guess, and looks up in my eyes. I feel like he is starring at me forever, I wish he was, but I know it only lasts a second. He smiles a bit, that thing strangers do to be nice when they make eye contact. I don't even know if I smile back, I'm still stuck in shock. When Candice comes back out and hands him some flowers and a balloon, I hear him say "Thanks," and hand her some money. "Thanks," I repeat a few times in my head. What a sweet voice. He starts to walk towards the door and I realize I may never even see this boy again. But what can I say to a complete stranger? As he opens the door to leave, he glances back at me, looks right in my eyes again, this time for more than a second, smiles, then turns and walks out.
I walk slowly over to the counter in front of Candice. "Who was that angel?" I whisper.
She laughs at me and waves her hand in front of my face. "Hailey? Are you okay?" I just stare at her as she laughs some more. "I don't know. He said he was picking those up for his dad, Walker Hanson. I don't know his name though." She gives me a silly look. "Gosh, you sure fell hard."
"What?" I ask, finally waking completely up from my daydreams.
"I said, you sure fell hard. You know, head over heals, in loooove." She makes a kissy face at me and almost falls over laughing. I like Candice, they way she acts a little younger than her age. But she sure can get on my nerves sometimes.
"Shutup," I say and laugh with her. "Don't you think that was cutest boy you've ever seen?" I sigh and lean on the counter, picturing his beautiful face.
She walks around me, going to get some flowers or something I guess. "Well, he wasn't too bad. I guess he was kind of cute."
"Kind of?" I spin around towards her. "I have got to see him again. Do you know anything about him?"
Candice shakes her head at me, "Not a thing. Well, I've seen him around a few times, he must live close by, but other than that, nope."
The rest of the day seems to go by so fast. I can't get him out of my mind. Candice is probably getting annoyed by it too. She's been nice though. We've been joking around, just calling him 'Walker's son,' since we don't know his name. I get off at 4, and walk around a bit, hoping a might just see him. Knowing I won't, but hoping. After giving up my searching, I stop at my secret place and write all about him in my journal. I'm so caught up in thinking about him, I hardly pay attention to the beautiful way the sun reflects off the lake, or the way the wind is blowing the flowers around. I write even more when I get home. My mom asks why I'm in such a good mood, and I don't know what to say. She knows something is different, but I just can't tell her about him. As I lay in bed that night, I describe him in my mind. His blond hair, pretty blue eyes, amazing voice, those nice tight pants. I giggle to myself. I pray that I will see my Romeo again, and fall asleep thinking about him.
