I first saw him from a distance;
he was sitting on a bench, one headphone in his ear,
observing the crowd much like I was.
His hair was such a dark brown it was almost black,
curling at the bottom where it brushed his shoulders.
He wore an army green coat,
with little gold zippers on the chest that glittered in the sunlight.
His hands rested in his pockets,
thumbs twiddling with the buttons on the edges.
I saw his head begin to turn my way,
and I tried to look to the ground
but he had already caught my gaze,
and he held it so tightly I couldn't possibly let go,
and then he smiled a little half smile.
