Dark brown eyes.
Black hair.
Pale, porcelain skin.
Full, rosy lips.
My eyes graze her body,
studying her,
taking her in.
Eye contact.
Fuck.
Introductions.
"Hi."
"Uhh, hey."
She's not from here.
She's different.
New.
We're friends now.
That's how it works, right?
We talk.
We laugh.
She's absolutely spectacular.
The most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.
She walks backwards, slowly.
Constant eye contact.
They are iridescent.
Her dazzling smile
catches the fancy
of someone closer to her
in ways that I will never
be.
He blocks my view,
and her steps become leaps
and bounds and
leaps
and then she's sprinting because
her group is leaving
and I'm still
standing
there
in that one spot
that felt special
because
she saw me
there.
I let her go.
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First comes eye contact.
Then comes friendship,
then comes love.
Then comes a 50% probability
or less
of a happy fucking ending.
