“Don’t you think so?”, your voice rang sweetly through his ears finally getting newts attention. He made eye contact with your amazingly (y/e/c) eyes. They held so much emotion and every time you looked at him it gave him butterflies. “Hmm”, he rang out with an answer. You smiled at his daydreaming, “Jacobs apple fritters are the best.” He nodded acceptingly and hummed an agreement. You went back to talking to the new acquaintance, you had just gone to get some more coffee beans for Tina and queenie, newt volunteered to go with, but you had found someone you knew.
He was board of the woman’s dull conversation, he didn’t mind yours though, you had a sweet way of talking. To him your voice sounded like soft pillows and the honey in his favorite tea. And your beauty surpassed that of any woman he had ever met, your wonderfully soft face relaxed his anxiousness and made it easier to be around people. He hated making eye contact but every time your eyes met his, he would linger in the awkwardness just a minute longer just so he could memorize every different shade of (y/e/c) your eyes held.
He had feelings for you, It all started when he caught himself talking about you to his creatures every time he went to feed them, the realization didn’t come to him until a painful Tuesday when he was feeding frank telling him a story about you explaining your book to him. He loved you. It hit him in the heart and he had to sit down and rethink everything. You definitely made an impact on the poor obsessed man. Every once in a while you would say something or do something so cute that the urge to hug you was the most challenging thing he ever had to do.
But what he didn’t know was that while he was zoning out thinking about your wonderfully stunning smile you couldn’t help but look over at his beautiful freckle covered face and wonder if you would ever be lucky enough for him to look at you the way you looked at him,just once.