A pink ribbon is tied in her short golden brown hair, she must have tied it in haste as it looks half undone as she takes coffee orders from the line in haste. She seems anxious today, her voice is more shrill than usual, her hands shake as she types the orders and her name tag is ascrew: Aurora. Even her eyes dart around nervously as I watch her.

I wonder if she's expecting someone, or afraid of someone.

I survey the room but I cannot determine if her eyes land on anyone. I feel my fists clench around my mug of coffee as I think about someone being in here who might hurt her. I look at her anxious elf like face, hoping that she will sense that someone here would die to protect her.

In my feverish dreams she will suddenly turn and lock eyes with me, her rose petal pink lips turning up into a smile and a light warm blush covering her lightly freckled cheeks. Her thin brown brows would scrunch together like they did when she was listening to a order as she would take off her apron, throwing it at at her coworker, "I'm taking my fifteen!" she would call absentmindedly as she walked straight to me.

People would jump out of her way as he walked slowly towards me, our eyes locked, and blind to everyone else.

"Aurora..." I would whisper as I have imagined so many times before and she would smile shyly, tucking a short strand of golden hair behind her pointed ear.

"What's your name?" she would ask, her dark green eyes softening, and I could finally tell her the five words that made up my name, to share a small part of myself with her.

Then, she would take my hand and --

"Sir, more coffee?" her voice brings me back to reality. Aurora is right in front of me except her dark green eyes are sharp and tense as she grips her pot of coffee. Someone has taken over for her at the front as she walks around giving refills.

She raises a brow, and I realise I have yet to answer but my throat has gone dry at the sight of her so close to me, close enough to touch.

"Sir?" she asks again, motioning to my empty mug.

"Oh yes, please. Thank you..." I pretend to read off her name tag as if her name hasn't been haunting me for many weeks now, "Aurora ." She smiles politely at me as I extend my mug for her to pour.

She is too perfect for me, but who could blame me for trying?

"What time do you close?" I ask her, trying to not sound as nervous as I feel. "We close up at eight." She's almost done pouring, so it's now or never.

"Would you, uh, like to get dinner after? With me?" I smile at her, pulling a nervous hand through my hair. "Oh," her smile falters and I know I've messed up. "Only if you want to." I quickly say. Her eyes dart around, nervous as she finishes pouring the coffee.

"I, um, I think I have plans."

"Oh alright, maybe another time then."

"I-I have a boyfriend. Sorry." She walks off to the next table but I can see I've spooked her as her shoulders tense. I pack up my things slowly as she walks up to her manager, speaking in hushed worry so quiet I only catch a few words: "Creepy letters," "Staring at me" and "Asked me out".

They both look at me but I don't look back as I get up to leave.

I try to walk out calmly, smiling at them both before I do, as anger takes full hold over me. I can't believe she would think of me like that. I remember our first conversation a few minutes after the coffee store had opened, before I had fallen head over heels in love with her. "Do you like working here?" I had asked as she put my chai tea together.

She had looked down and blushed before lowering her voice and leaning in towards me, as if telling me a secret. "Not at all. I have severe social anxiety, but my parents though I should try and get more out of my shell during my gap year. If I can build up enough confidence, I'll break up with my boyfriend." She had laughed but I hadn't missed how when the light hit her just right there was the outline of a bruise under her cheek.

I had waited, waited to see her boyfriend. I had come everyday for months until I had seen him. He had walked in as if he owned the place with blue scrubs on and walked up to her as she was making coffee refill rounds, grabbed her waist and kissed her so hard she almost spilled the coffee all over herself.

I had waited for him to leave and followed him out as he got into his blue sedan. I followed him to the hospital, two cars behind to make sure he couldn't tell. I parked a few spaces away from him and watched as he ran out to get back to work.

It was five hours until he came back out; dark. Perfect.

With my car, I can over him sixteen times before fleeing the scene. I drove a few miles East on the back road's to where I knew no one would be and security cameras would see before I set my car on fire and walked eight miles back home.

I had started writing to her, telling her I was her secret admirer.

Now, I wait in my car once more as they close up while my finger taps impatiently on my car wheel. Aurora shouldn't have done that, she shouldn't have lied and called me creepy. My enture body is buzzing with pain and I can't wait to show her that pain. I can't wait to show her how it feels to have your insides pulled out and smeared all over you. I can't wait to show her how much I love her because if I can't have her no one will.

I know she always leaves last. I had watched her so many nights before, making sure she was safe before I left.

Everyone else files out first, just as I thought. They have all already left by the time she comes out, her purse slung over her shoulder and her other hand untying her pink ribbon from her short golden hair.

I make a note to keep that pink ribbon once I'm done with her.