Walking into the café
I approach the counter,
to only be greeted by your deep emerald eyes,
making my heart flutter.
Shooting you a smile,
you smile back,
then take my order,
finally leaving me at the counter,
as you begin to fill the mug even higher.
Reaching for the mug
our eyes meet,
with the hustling and bustling stopping,
giving us a moment to breathe,
while being stuck in the silence.