[ WP ] Everyday , you notice an otherwise nondescript person doing something impossible . No one else seem s to notice or know what you are talking about . Today you have made up your mind to approach that person . ...

At first glance, she was just like everyone else. Brown hair, brown eyes, modest form. Unless you actually were looking for her, you would most likely pass her over like every other face in the crowd. And yet, here I found myself going out of my way everyday to come to some no-name coffee shop to see her. Originally, I had noticed her roughly three days prior. I was passing by, and came close to pay her no mind but what she was doing caught my eye. She had been… Levitating? I stopped in my tracks, glancing back to ensure my eyes had not deceived me, and sure enough there she was. Sitting in midair, no support under her whatsoever. Aside from that she seemed to be watching everyone with such an inquisitive expression, as if she were perplexed by the very nature of her fellow man. It was hard to stop myself from staring, but I eventually did. I had to force myself from approaching her on the spot, and ducked into a nearby coffee shop. I sat at a table near the window, staring at her in a similar way to how she stared at everyone else. A hand gently rapped upon my table, bringing my attention to a wavy blonde haired woman staring at me with her unentertained green gems called eyes.. She was wearing a stereotypical maid ’ s outfit that done much more than flatter her form, but I wasn ’ t interested at the time. “ May I help you? ” I frowned, narrowing my eyes questioningly. “ Excuse me? ” She sighed, “ Sir. This is a cafe. Are you going to have something? ” I smiled after a moment, realization dawning. “ Oh yes, of course. How about a coffee and a scone? Black, by the way. ” She twirled around without another word, strolling to the counter to speak to the cashier. This allowed me to return my gaze to the woman outside. She was still there, watching everyone oh-so curiously… 
 
 Several hours passed, along with several cups of coffee, before the woman hopped down from her invisible support and disappeared into the crowd. The action, supporting that she indeed did at least have some kind of support beneath her, perplexed me enough to prompt an investigation. I stood and rose, leaving a tip upon the table as I made my way to where she had been not but moments ago. I waved my hand horizontally, and then vertically, in front of me to no avail. There was most definitely nothing there. ‘ Then how, ’ I found myself thinking, ‘ was sitting there? ’ After getting the unfriendly gaze of a few people I decided to leave and come back tomorrow. Maybe she ’ d be there again? 
 
 Sure enough, when I returned after work the next day she was indeed there. Except this time she was laying down in mid-air. Her hair draped around her shoulders and down into the air like brown, silky curtains. I debated with myself on whether I should approach her right then, but decided better. Maybe if I waited long enough someone else would notice and approach her. Maybe. Finally, I decided to enter the cafe from the day before and order another cup of black coffee. The waitress from yesterday brought me the cup when it was ready, smiling brightly. “ Just tell me if you need any refills. ” She seemed a lot more cheerful than she did the day before. For whatever reason, this brought a smile to my face as I watched the woman lay in the air and kick her legs. She acted as if she was waiting for someone, carefully scanning each and every face that passed by. Eventually, she seemed to be satisfied with the idea her target would not be coming today and rolled off her unseen platform to walk away. I stood and walked to the door of the shop, sighing to myself as I did. “ Have a good day sir! ” The waitress ’ s voice rang out behind me with such a cheerful tone that I couldn ’ t help but glance over my shoulder, muttering something along the lines of “ You too. ” 
 
 On the third day, I came walking by to find the brown haired woman hanging upside down. I frowned, beginning to question my mental health as I entered the cafe. It was slowly becoming obvious no one else even knew of her existence, and that worried me. “ Hello sir! The usual? ” The blonde haired waitress smiled brightly at me, twirling a finger in her shining hair. “ Yeah, thanks. ” I couldn ’ t help but smile back as I took my seat, leaning back to stare out the window. With a small clink the cup of coffee was sat down in front of me, followed by a rather timid question: “ May I… May I sit with you? ” I turned toward her slowly, my eyes coming to stare into her ’ s. “ Sure? ” She smiled, curtsying to my as she sat down across from me. “ Thanks. Its my break and I… ” Her voice trailed off when she realized I was staring at the window once again. “ Oh, may I ask your name? ” I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, “ Jared. ” She smiled, cocking her head to the side as her eyes shut, “ I ’ m Seren. ” My gaze moved away from her back toward the window, “ Nice to meet you Seren. ” The woman was gone. This startled me, but not enough to give me a start. I sighed and turned back to Seren. “ May I ask, what is up with that uniform? ” She giggled, somewhat uncomfortably, “ The boss makes me wear it. ” I nod as I look her up and down, admiring her truly for the first time. She didn ’ t look bad, not bad at all. “ So, why do you come here so often? ” She asked me, resting her elbows on the table and in turn her head in her hands. “ I… I ’ m not sure. I just needed a place to stay at for a few moments the other day, and I just keep coming back. I ’ m probably addicted to your coffee. ” She giggled at my pathetic attempt of a joke, nodding. “ Must be. ” Some time later her break ended, and I finished my coffee. We both stood, muttering some form of a goodbye as she went back to tending to orders and I slid out of the door. 
 
 Today, I decided to approach the woman. When I went walking down my path, I came across her. She wasn ’ t floating this time, but standing in my path smiling brightly directly at me. I approached her hesitantly, “ Hello? ” Her face seemed to only brighten when I acknowledged her, “ Hello Jared! ” I cocked my head to the side, frowning. “ How do you know my name? ” This caused an all but pleasant giggle from her, “ Long story. Put simply, I ’ ve been helping you. ” This made me scoff, looking her up and down. She was wearing odd clothing. It was a robe, resembling a roman toga that was cut just enough to show off… “ I have! You met Seren, didn ’ t you? ” This made me raise an eyebrow, staring into her brown eyes. “ Are you some kind of supernatural stalker? ” This made her giggle again, walking forward to whisper into my ear: “ She ’ s waiting on you. ” With that, she pushed past me and disappeared into the crowd much more quickly than I could have chased. Rather than track her in some futile attempt, I went to the cafe. Not because she told me anything about Seren but because… I genuinely wanted to see her. When I entered, I heard Seren quickly give a passing word about a break to the cashier as she approached my table with a cup of coffee sitting down before I could even reach it. “ Hi Jared. ” She smiled as I sat down. “ Hi Seren. How are you today? ” 
 “ Oh, I ’ m terrific! ” The conversation carried on until her break was over, at which point she quickly slide a napkin across the table toward me. “ I know this is sudden but… Here ’ s my number. Call me later, okay? ” She smiled before she stood and walked away, not even waiting for a reply. I felt my heart skip a small beat, making me look out the window dreamily. There, stood the woman from before wearing that odd clothing. She smiled at me, shaking her head to cause her straight brown hair become blonde, emitting bright rays of light with pigeons flying out behind her. With a small wink in my direction, she disappeared leaving a single idea echoing around in my mind: ‘ Aphrodite. ’
