I first saw her from a distance;
she was standing 20 feet away,
an umbrella under her arm,
eyes trained on me.
Her hair was so red it was almost orange,
ringlets all the way down where it brushed her waist.
She wore a jet black pea coat,
buttons clasped straight down the middle that glinted in the sunlight.
Her hands were holding a strand of hair,
uncurling the ringlet until she let go,
and it sprung back into place.
I saw her try to look away as I turned my head,
but she wasn't fast enough
as I captured her eyes with mine,
holding them captive until I felt myself release a small smile I had repressed.
