"I am writing a descriptive essay and I am stuck on describing the eyes..." June whines.
"What do you think of emerald eyes?"
Silence. Conor does not answer.
"Hey! I am talking to you." Pen in hand, June waves her hand in front of his face.
Distractedly, Conor flinches away her hand and continues tapping away on his phone,
"I mean...they are okay I guess." He shrugs.
"Yeah, fantastic that is so helpful." June adds sarcastically, "Her emerald eyes were okay, I guess. Great. I'll write just that and Mr.Stevens will be soooo impressed."
Conor catching a sense of exasperation in June's comment, and so decides to give her an answer. He stops typing and rests his eyes on her face .
"Well..Yours are beautiful. Just write about them."
June breaks the eye contact and pretends to not have heard him. Conor continues.
"It is nothing new to surmise that brown eyes are rich pools of honey. Sweet and luscious. But that is not all. They are also the very picturesque of a terrestrial universe. Ever and again they become so opaque that only those with esoteric taste can truly relish and savor the spiral nebula they embody and-"
"Okay Conor, there is no need to get all Corny and deep about it.", June cuts in with a light chuckle.
It's then that Conor seems snaps out of his illusory daze and softly gazes at June.
Thump thump thump. Goes June's heart.
"If it is so corny, why then are your pretty brown eyes sparkling? And you grin like a muddle-headed cat?"
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