Meeting Him in a Coffee Shop ✓

Those bright blue irises

I immediately open the car door when the Uber stops

I quickly open the front door of my hotel.

I don't even notice the doorman waving at me.

I have become good friends with him and don't mean to ignore him.

I see that there are too many people waiting outside the elevator.

I think the stairs will be quicker so I fly up to the fourth floor.

I pull the key card out of my purse and shove it into the handle.

I drop my purse at the door running towards my backpack.

I don't even check to make sure the door is properly closed and locked.

I grab my sketchpad, pencils, eraser, and colored pencils.

I sit on the floor, quickly opening to a blank page.

I start to sketch.

First the lashes, the short brown flicks of hair that frame his eyes.

Then the outline, two uneven almonds, one larger than the other.

Next were his eyebrows, large brown caterpillars that give him facial expressions.

Finally was the inside of his eyes. Those bright blue irises. That held all of his emotion and feeling. That said I love you when his mouth couldn't. Those beautiful eyes on a beautiful boy in beautiful London.

Not with me.