It was his neon orange shoes' fault. It was the glaringly orange color of his shoes that called, more of shouted, for my attention. I was just sitting there in our dormitory's driveway waiting for my best friend when he passed in front of me and his shoes started screaming at me – neon, orange, and huge like they belonged to a giant...or someone tall compared to my five feet and one-inch stature. Still, I shouldn't have looked up. Then I wouldn't have seen his face, his eyes, and that gorgeous smile.
