sarah15
Clasp
She sits with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, the perfect image of a lady , calm and composed. No one noticed the fine tremors running through her hands, their slight trembling. No one could see the way she clutched them to prevent them from reaching out.One the outside , she is just a girl ,slightly disinterested , leaning away from the one talking. One couldn't help but notice how she angled herself towards the man as if she was trying to pull way but getting caught in the process by his magnetic aura, ensnared by his hypnotic stare.She seemed entranced by his every movement. The way his chest seemed to rise and fall with every word, the way his gaze softened whenever he said her name, his lips caressing every syllable like he couldn't get enough . Yet from an onlooker's prespective: she was a girl with clasped hands sitting across from a passionate man.A girl who kept checking her watch and a man with a dejected look on his face.
A place where you sit alone with your thoughts,sipping your cofee. Peaceful is how you are described, sitting in your favourite corner holding a book in one hand and your cofee in the other. The book is held tightly but it's long forgotten as you gaze into the bustling street with a faraway look on your face.