She easies herself quietly onto the buttery yellow leather one armed chair. She takes out her ear buds, glasses and linen backed super novel before settling back onto the chair and pulling her knees to her chest. Finding where she left off last in her soundtrack and flipping to the page she had last left her heroine, she adjusted her tortoise shell rim glasses on her delicate nose. As she becomes enveloped in the words before her a slow smirk creeps across her lips giving the impression that her enjoyment is bordering on naughty. Absentmindedly, this beauty twirls a piece of hair and tucks it behind her left ear allowing the sun light to catch the Peridot stud in her ear. He eyes twinkle with excitement as she changes positions in the chair for optimum comfort. Every day this week she has sat in the same chair, reading the same book and clearly sending me signals without having to say a word. Everyday i think it will be the day she sees me looking at her, appreciating her glow. Today she’ll want to meet me.