pour tu.

So, you wish for me to write you something, but I don't know if you actually mean 'write' or simply about my day...
Since I'm almost positive you meant a short story, or a description, that's what I'll write.

She was small at five-six in heels with a tiny waist. Her pin-straight chestnut hair reached her ribcage and hid most of the front of her jacket. The hood was pulled over her head and where her straight bangs ended, large sunglasses began.
The glasses hid most of her face, leaving only her slender nose and her pouty lips for examination. She was tan and the freckles on the bridge of her nose could only be seen from up close. One could guess that she was cute, but it was hard to tell. Her cheeks were slightly hollow, leaving her with a powerful look even without her cheekbones visible.
Her hoodie was black in contrast to her hot pink glasses and matching skinnys. Her heels were black and she had no difficulty walking in them. She had her hands tucked in her jacket pockets but it could be assumed that they matched the French tips of her toes.
As the barista questioned her about her coffee preference, she pulled a hand from a pocket and drummed the manicured nails on the glass case before her.
"Three forty-seven," the girl across from her said. "And, what name would you like to put it under?"
"Uhm, Madison," she answered as she pulled a five from her jeans. "And, keep the change."
The barista, whose name tag read Amber, smiled at her and took the money with her stubby fingers. "It'll be up shortly," Amber promised.
Madison waited for her coffee and her date at a high table near the counter. Clicking her nails nervously on the scratched, polished wood, she eyed the patrons of the coffee shop. Families, couples, friends. If you'd asked, she would have told you she was hiding from them behind those sunglasses.
"Madison?" a boy behind the bar called and she stood carefully. The stiletto heels hit the tile harder than she would have liked and she winced. Looking around, she realized no one else had noticed. Taking the steaming cup, she smiled and retreated to a seat farther from her previous one.
Her drink was half gone by the time he arrived, but she had expected this. Madison watched him as he insepcted the people whilst searching for her. She was tucked in a corner though, and he couldn't spot her easily. Giving their signal, she whistled sharply. His head jerked in her direction and she whistled again. Weaving throughout the crowd, he made his way to her and pecked her cheek.
As he pulled away, he took the glasses with him. He had always hated it when she hid her face. Jaiden [sorry, Keven is picking the names for this >.<] folded them and placed them on the table before kissing her again. She smiled into the kiss but pulled away first.
He sat down across from her and took a sip of her coffee but made a disgusted face as though it were cold. Perhaps it was.
Staring into her golden eyes, he signed a hello to her. She smiled and signed back. She wished to put her glasses back on, but that would mean she was embarrassed to be seen there with him. And she wasn't, was she? Maybe she was, but she didn't want to be. The entire cafe eventually began to watch them they signed and she mouthed words she didn't know. Their silence was known to everyone, though they had meaningful conversation.
She felt uncomfortable and she knew he knew, but she was trying to get passed it. She would have to, wouldn't she? When she turned to look at everyone else, to ask what they had been staring at, they smiled at her. Bright, beautiful smiles they told her they thought it was amazing what she had done. She had learned sign language for this boy; this beautiful, lost boy.
Suddenly, Madison wasn't ashamed to be seen with Jaiden. She wasn't ashamed at all...

I know it's terrible, but I didn't know what else to write. I'm sorry. I hope it will suffice.