He beckoned me closer,
that smile still present on his pink lips.
I felt myself blush,
and walked closer with my eyes to the pavement.
I glanced up to see his eyes,
a deep, pondering green,
and felt my heart skip a beat,
for those eyes reminded me of a forest,
full of suppressed secrets and private memories,
and I wanted to know more.
So I walked closer,
until I was sitting on the bench beside him,
and he held out a large, calloused hand
while telling me his name was John.
