I was 15 when I first saw him. It was raining outside and he took a shield from the rain beside me. It was evening, and we were in college. The sky was red. And though he didn't want to get rained on, he didn't seem to hate the rain. He lifted his head, looked at the sky and closed his eyes for 3 seconds. I thought he noticed my stare so I looked away. I saw the sky. Red. It was my favourite. I felt my lips twitching but I resisted the urge to smile.
Then our eyes met. Blue and grey. It was a mix of them. I couldn't make them out before but now I could see them clearly. I don't know what expression I made but his eyes widened. Then he tried to put on his facade but failed miserably.
And he ran.
Then I never saw him again.
