I arrive at gate three and start to search for a seat. Instantly my eyes fall upon her, her hair is hanging loosely to one side, she is so stuck in whatever she is reading that she has a crease between her eyebrows, and she is chewing her fingernails. Her hair looks gold as she sits in front of the window with her legs crossed in front of her on the seat. I start to make my way over to her, putting words together, thinking of how to start a conversation. I feel my heart speed up, faster and faster with every step I take closer. However when I reach her all I manage is, "Hey, is this seat free?"
She looks up at me, and smiles, her eyes are ocean blue, with fragments of brown splattered through them in an indescribably artistic way, time passes slowly and my my nerves kick in, I realise that I have probably disturbed her from her reading. "Oh it's okay, I'll find another seat," I hear myself say , hoping that she will ask me to stay.
"No, this seat it free." She quickly replies, and my heart is put to rest.
YOU ARE READING
I Found My Home
Teen Fiction"what do you think is the meaning of love?" I asked and gently kicked his shin. Our eyes met, "I don't know." He replied looking down to his feet.
