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observing

Professor

After a few minutes of looking out the window of my class that was on the second floor, I was about to pull away when I saw something that caught my eyes.

Well should I say someone.

Down near the university's fountain sat a woman. Skin close to the shade of bronze, yet you could see from far away her skin flowed like silk. Plump lips, dark as sin that any man would gladly fall into imprisonment for. She was smiling at another girl, probably joking about something. She wore ripped jeans and a white off the shoulder blouse that was in contrast to the beauty of her dark skin. Her hair was in a big, curly afro.

She was beautiful.

Wait... what the fuck did I just say.

Something in me compelled me to think those things. Hell, I didn't even know her. She was just pretty.

And she is a student.

I noticed that she looked skeptical. Like she felt someone was staring right through her. She looked up and around towards my direction. I quickly diverted my eyes to a nearby couple that was making out.

The boy was really going in, almost swallowing up the female in the process. When they pulled away, slob was on the female's face. She wiped away with disgust, murmured a 'yuck', and slapped the boy before walking away. The male shrugged, looking satisfied while walking the other direction.

I chuckled and decided to look back at the fountain where the mysterious beauty was.

But as soon as she was there, she was gone in the blink of an eye.

I let my thoughts take over. In all of the twenty-seven years of my life, I never seen someone so mesmerizing. I figured since she was so beautiful that maybe my eyes have been decieving me. Yes, of course my eyes were playing tricks on me.

I was in my own world when the phone rang, startling me to where I jump.

Shit!

I see that it is Bea and decide to let it go to voicemail. She's probably still fired up from our last arguement.

That woman.

But I love her.

Within seconds, the beauty comes across a picture in my mind.

With a slight look of the glass of bourbon, I slowly set it down and backed it away from me.

Damn, maybe I should stop drinking.

Going back to my desk, I organized my papers, getting lesson plans ready for the first day of classes.

I hoped this wasn't going to be a crazy year.

Ugh.