Where To?

Prologue

prologue

I broke the most important rule when riding the subway: avoid staring and making prolonged eye contact.

There's nothing wrong with giving a friendly smile, but by doing it on the subway, you can convey the wrong image.

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Gorgeous.
There was no other way to describe her.

Often I've heard people call brown eyes boring and how they lack the fun and audacity of colorful eyes. Her dark brown eyes had a sense of openness, as well of a hint of enigma. They were anything but boring. Hypnotizing, almost toxic is what they were. I was mesmerized by the deep swirls of brown that colored her pupils. It wasn't only her eyes that I was riveted by, it was the healthy glow of her skin and ombre hair that captivated me.

Deep breaths Niall.

Taking the subway wasn't usually part of my schedule, but in this case, I had to. I was on my way to New York University School of Law for a campus tour, and I've never felt more nervous. Going to a prestigious university has been my life long dream, and I worked so hard to get here. Thinking about school made me wonder what this woman was going to do in Manhattan. So many questions were racing through my mind and I couldn't seem to get her out of my head.

Here she was, sitting a few seats away from me, reading Stumbling On Happiness, by Daniel Gilbert. I had no idea what the book was about, but she seemed to be enthralled in what she was perusing. I couldn't stop myself from staring at her; she was so focused, flipping each page with more curiosity, and she looked beautiful doing so.

Stop staring Niall.

Then it happened, she averted her gaze from her book and caught me staring. I felt my cheeks heat up, and a tinge of discomfort shot through my body. I felt as if it were just the two of us on the subway, no one else. I tried to look away, but when I saw her eyes quickly rake up and down my body, I smiled.

I smiled, shit.

When she saw my face, the expression she held seemed as if she did nothing but commit the worst sin. She immediately tried to focus back on her book, but I kept seeing her glimpse my way. After ten minutes of her skimming the same page, she shoved her book into her handbag, and eagerly turned her body toward the exit. I became wistful when I realized we were closer to our destination.

It all happened too fast, it was time to depart from the subway. I wanted nothing more than to approach her, but the crowd of people rushing out kept me from meeting her. I dodged every person I could to reach her and tell her, well, anything. I needed an excuse to talk to her.

I followed her polka dot top until it was no longer in sight. I ran to where I last saw her, and stood there, searching for her familiar face in the mass of people.

She was gone.

My mind was stuck on her. Connections happen all the time, but two people -souls- don't find each other by simple accident. Right now, I'm living by the phrase: actions speak louder than words, because I don't need words to determine what I, and hopefully, she felt.

I don't know if it was a sign, or fate trying to tell me something, but there it was; her book, bent on the floor. I walked to it slowly, making sure I wasn't imaging anything. When I picked it up and fixed the spine, I opened it and read the most complex sentence.

Property of Ketsia Sylvert.

A/N
So yeah, this is the beginning. Tell me what you think, I really appreciate those of you who will keep reading.

- Azalea :)