Sky blue eyes stare back at me. It’s astonishing, enchanting and down right mesmerizing. He is hot.
Too hot. His dark hair sweeps his brow, he is by far the most Gorgeous guy I have ever seen. Why does it seem like he is looking at me? I look down thinking he would stop staring but the minute I look up his eyes are still locked on mine.
Worse his lips are starting to turn up in the corners
Oh my gosh. I think he is smiling at me.
Why is he smiling at me?
And those dimples are ... Stop looking, stop looking, look away
Oh my I can’t look away what’s wrong with me?
From the distance apart we are, he shouldn’t be able to see me. He is standing in the parking lot far away.
That is impossible can blue eyes really see me?
There’s something really strange about him it feels as though somehow we are connected. No that’s the wrong word, that he is familiar to me on some strange level I can’t explain.
I have to get out of here
Do I really need these things that badly? I put my hoodie back up and keep my eyes transfixed on the floor as I walk out of the grocery store without purchasing a damn thing.