(NOTE:obviously, this was my first written story.)

It sloshed underneath his feet as he made his way toward the large, towering hotel. It was oddly colored, dirty from the people of the vast city. The dullness of the color glistened in the morning sun and it slowly crept it's way up his new snowshoes. His breath became hot with the chilly air as he began pull on his new suede gloves. It was freezing outside and the snowflakes fell in perfect grace onto his broad shoulders. He carefully brushed them off and buttoned up the long, black coat that nearly swept the feet of his six two frame. His head was white from the fresh fallen snow that had invaded his unruly, rippling, brownish curls. A cell phone began to purr as he progressed down the morning streets of the windy city. He stopped by a nearby restaurant and ordered a cup of black coffee. Sitting down, he answered the phone. Her voice echoed throughout his head, beckoning his presence. He missed that slow southern drawl of hers that often invaded his mind with ringing in his ears. He nodded carefully and selected his words with ease. He knew she was pleased and was ready to say goodbye to him. He hung up the phone and stared at the brown liquid that sat before him in a small cup. He sipped it slowly and closed his eyes.

Not knowing how long he'd been sitting there, a small figure walked in with a long, sweeping coat that had been dirtied from the snow of the city. She wore sleek, black gloves with furry, maroon trim. Her voice was smooth and timid as she spoke her words and ordered a cup of black coffee. She kept her hood on until her coffee had arrived, and for some reason, he continued staring. She slowly took her hood off and a head of long, brown and maroon hair tumbled out of the depths of her long coat. Despite the café's poorly lit surroundings, her auburn hair shone in the darkness with considerable mystery. She stood for what seemed forever, and like she was reading his mind, she stepped over to him. Standing in front of him, she observed his features. Without a word, she slipped across from him in the small booth.

Her head was bent slightly and she leaned in toward him. "You were looking at me." It wasn't a question, but it seemed to demand an answer.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry"?! That's all you can say?! Get it together, timberlake.

She stared at him intently for a moment and spoke again.

"Snow."

"Excuse me?"

"You were going to ask what my name was." Her words were slow and thoughtful. She half smiled and waited for him to say something.

"Snow..?"

"Yes?"

"What an unusual name…"

"I guess you could say so." She answered simply.

There was an eerie silenced that layed there for a couple of seconds and her eyes bore into mine like she wanted to find some emotion in it. The problem was, there was none. And it seemed the more she looked at me, the more I looked at her. Her eyes were fiery and glazing but her expression was blank.

He gulped and looked down at the brown liquid sitting in a small porcelain cup. After awhile, he opened his mouth to speak again. Maybe small talk would keep her here. He hated being alone. It was so depressing. But as if on cue, she stood up and gathered her coat.

"I must go. Farewell Mr. Timberlake."

She knew.

The door of the coffee shop jingled as she walked outside. He sat for a couple of more minutes and realized his tiny cell phone began to ring again. He fished it out of his pant's pocket, stared at it as it began to violently ring again, and turned it off. He threw a fifty-dollar bill onto the small, metal table and walked to the door. The cold air of December hit him like a sharp slap of ice upon his face. He braced himself for the cold and began to walk again down the deserted streets of the morning.

"Good morning Mr. Timberlake, why you're up awfully early, would you like some breakfast served to your room?"

"Hmm…no thank you." Justin said as he waved both of the men away. Stepping into the elevator, he could feel his cheeks begin to glow fiercely as the sudden warmth hit him like a massive wave. The soft 'ding' of the elevator sounded and the doors began to slide open. The brightly lit hall attacked his vision and the smell of light perfume invaded his senses. The smell began to grow stronger as he slid his key into the door of his hotel room.

He had not been surprised to see her. Sitting in a chair across an insanely large mirror, staring at her reflection. She dabbed her lipstick and then stared up at her.

"Justin, darling! You're back! I'd thought I'd surprise you by dropping by."

The sound of the long, southern drawl again invaded his ears, yet this time he was slightly agitated.

"That was very sweet of you." He smiled a toothy grin and she seemed pleased. Sitting down again, she looked at herself once more and went into the restroom to change.

She emerged from the bathroom, changing from a flowing nightgown to a sparkling top, a sheer cardigan, and tight black pants that were plastered with shining rhinestones. Her face was glittering from the amount of make up she applied and her hair was rippled with slight curls. He then smiled at her again and she began to bubble over the story of her new outfit.

Her face began to fall and her lip protruded forward. "Justin Randall Timberlake! You haven't seen me in two weeks! Are you just going to sit there like a fool? For god's sake dear, give your girlfriend a well deserving kiss."

He nodded knowingly and leaned in to kiss her. She then broke away and frowned.

"Oh Justin, now look at what you did, you smeared my lipstick."

He stared forward to oblivion as she then sat down again and began to apply yet another coat of her lipstick. Her voice echoed through his head and he closed his eyes trying to remember the happier times with her. He sat and thought for awhile, but could think of none. They had never been happy together. They had never shared a cup of coffee together, never shared an ice cream cone together. They had no memories. Just her, himself, and the hotel room where she constantly sat looking into the mirror or demanded for a kiss, which of course, had smeared her lipstick. And when they did go out, she would smile into the cameras, lean against him, fix her tight, sparkly dresses, and pout.

He sighed, and got up.

"Justin dear, where are you going?

He didn't answer.

"Justin…??"

He looked back at her thoughtfully and spoke. "Goodbye Britney."

She stared at him questionably and he answered a question that had not been asked. "It's been….different."

He shut the door one last time, and left. Forever.

Walking down the halls of bright hotel lights, he stopped to pull on his gloves yet again and stepped out to the cold. Underneath the soles of his shoes lay a cushened, fluffy, white blanket of fresh snow fallen from the depths of the blue sky. He walked further down the street, not knowing where he was going, he just kept walking. Instinctively, he found himself in front of the familiar coffee shop.

And there she was. Those pair of meek, scarlet eyes searching him curiously. Her long maroon hair peeking out from behind the furry trim of her coat. Just staring. Waiting. Waiting for him to make a move. But all that went through his mind was how she knew. How she knew he would he back. She could not have possibly known. He had only seen her once. Experienced her eyes only once. Allow her to have coffee with him just one time.

Let her eyes bore into his soul just once.

But of course, that was all it took.