In my feelings

5. AFFECT OF A STRANGER (PART II)

"Can I look?" You don't even know him, what are you doing? As soon as I realised the sort of way I was touching this guy, I pulled away my hand. "Oh god, I'm sorry. That was so rude-"

He was taken aback as he took his arm back from where he previously had it placed and rolled his jacket sleeve and any other pieces of clothing below as far up as he could.

"Here." He handed his arm to me.

"-It's okay, you're an art fanatic too. I get it." He chuckled.

I silently swallowed the shameless feeling as I glanced at his arm.

Scattered all over his arm was beauty, from actual art inspired drawings to small memories which were converted into ink, making them last a life time.

The first piece I noticed was one of Hannah Höch's pieces. Maybe taking Art in high school did come in useful after all. "This is beautiful." I whispered in admiration as I carried on looking.

"Hannah Höch's work, one of my favourites."

The pieces carried on but the second piece to really catch my eye was a phone number inside a cupids heart.

"You don't have a phone to put your contacts in? Not even a notebook?" I raised an eyebrow at him, giggling as he began to full out laugh, his cheeks slightly burning red.

"That's a long story, don't even get me started."

I looked up as I stared at him, his eyes seemed to shine more as he leaned his head back and laughed embarrassingly. I nodded, amazed by him just from first impression as I smiled and searched for others.

The image of a charmer washed through my head.

Imagining this Kye out with friends, laughing at almost everything in the streets of New York at 1'a.m. Who knew who he was. A beautiful girl with citrine coloured eyes hitting his view, as his grin would grow wider. They'd talk all night, whilst his friends would talk to hers. The night would end with two giggly teenagers, who had fallen in the trap that alcohol is. They'd end up in the tattoo parlour with stupid ideas flying out of their mouths. Once they had made their mistakes, which one day would tell this exact story, they'd end up kissing deeply, exploring every part of each other. Later ending with a final goodbye, never crossing paths again.

"What about this one?" I questioned, my vision regaining itself as I placed myself back into reality.

There sat two top halves of a couple with their heads cut off. The heads floated about, kissing but twisted upside down. The iris in the females eyes being the only coloured tattoo that laid on his skin.

He looked down and examined where I was pointing. He stayed put for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only a couple of seconds. His eyes grew unsure, but softening as the sound of the automatic speaker on the tube filled our ears.

"Next stop, HOUSTON STREET."

"That's my stop." He slightly smiled, grabbing his backpack after rolling his sleeve down. "Well, it was nice meeting you. You're sweet."

A hard feeling hit my chest as I looked up, forcing a smile. "You too. See you." I nodded, watching as he walked over to the closest doors, holding on to a pole as he waited for the train to stop.

It was nice meeting you. Too nice...

I looked down as I closed my notebook that still laid on my lap, placing it back into my bag. I could've made a friend? Instead I was lonely again. Independent, Skylar!

"Actually- Do you, maybe, want my number? I mean, I could show you around? I'll give it to you and maybe we could talk. I don't mind- If this is weird the-"

"I'd like that." I smiled.

His embarrassment making me blush as I once again looked around my bag.

"I haven't got my phone. I must've left it in my room." I sighed. Why, WHY?

"It's okay, here." He reached into his bag quickly, the doors behind him opening in indication that he had arrived at his destination.

He pulled out a book, grabbing the blue highlighter attached to it and scribbling something inside the front page.
He handed it to me, not even bothering to close his bag as he ran over to the door.

"Call me! I'm a good talker around 11 at night onwards" he laughed, waving towards me.

I chuckled as I waved back. "11 it is." I grinned. He was already gone as I looked inside the front page.

[212] ###-##### / UR BEAUTIFUL

I looked up slightly, shutting my eyes as I gently bit the bottom of my lip whilst I squirmed in my seat and pressed the book to my chest.

The affect a stranger can have.