Chapter 26 Spitfire

• Seconds, minutes felt like hours as I waited there with my hands wrapped around a hot white chocolate mocha I hadn’t yet picked up. The heat from the clay cup warmed my hands and a shiver ran down my back. I fought the urge to turn around whenever the door opened. The need to look over my shoulder to see if I recognized anyone was strong. I stared out of the window until I felt someones gaze on the side of my face. I tensed but refused to look. I waited until I saw them approach out of the corner of my eye.
• I took a deep breath and turned to look up at the person who stood by the table. It wasn’t the waitress and it wasn’t anyone I knew. My eyes glided up his body and searched his features. I didn’t know who it was and I definitely didn’t recognize him. He was tall, even taller than mom. His shoulders were wide and his arms bulky. Despite wanting to claim this man was a stranger to me, I couldn’t help but want to admit that there was something about him that called to me.
• He had dirty blonde hair and his brown eyes were kind. I knew I didn’t get my eyes from my mom. I got them from this man. He didn’t ask to sit and I didn’t invite him to. He took one step and was across from me on the other side. He slipped into the seat, put his elbows on the table, and leaned forward. Warm eyes smiled at me even though his lips did not.