Aoife and Ezra

Aoife

He held a pencil in his hand, spinning it from time to time as his eyes were laid on me. The side of his hand was completely black from the lead of his pencil; by the sticker saying 'The "Earth" without "art" is just "eh"', I could tell he went to an art college. His hair, which was tucked away inside a baseball cap, the odd curl poking out from behind his ear, was a light shade of brown.
I felt his eyes on me as I was tapping my foot along to the music playing through my earphones.
It took three minutes of his constant gaze for me to pull out my music and look back at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked, my eyebrows slightly raised, although they were concealed by a soft curl of hair landing on my forehead.
This caused a smile to spread across his face, his eyes looking intently into my own.
"I think you're interesting." The boy nodded at the worn-out copy of Orwell's 'Nineteen Eighty-four' with a look of admiration. "Orwell is my favourite writer."
I couldn't help but smile at that comment as I picked up my tattered book.
"Me too; he has such a way with words. There's so much meaning behind his stories." I said, looking from my book to his face, clearly impressed. I laughed sheepishly at what I had just said.
"That was so unbelievably cheesy, I'm sorry." The boy laughed, exposing the deep curve of a dimple in his left cheek.
"What's your name?" He asked, intrigued.
"Aoife." I waited for his response as I placed the book back down on the unpleasant and oddly-sticky table of the train.
"Wow, that's... That's a really pretty name." They boy said, a small smile on his lips. "I'm Ezra."
"It's nice to meet you, Ezra."
Ezra resumed looking down at the page in front of him, covered with the sharp etchings of the pencil still in his hand. I watched as the lead swept across the page in fluid motions, leaving beautifully-crafted images.
"So uh, are you an art student?"
He looked up at such a speed that another curl escaped from the imprisonment of his baseball cap. A small smile spread across his face, allowing the dimple to surface once again.