His blue eyes peered over the rim of his glass, looking at me. Searching for something. Something new and incredible. Something he'd never seen or had before. My eyes darted over to the left to meet a pair of brown ones, doing much of the same. Searching. They craved for something, something I did not knowingly posses.
Blue eyes had a face I could not quite put a name to. Round, with a prominent chin, fair skin, pink lips, dark brown hair. These blue eyes he had though, were like a blue I've never seen before. I've only ever seen them in a dream, simply imaginary. Like a Tiffany blue and sky blues love child. A gorgeous mesmerizing blue. Something ones mind wouldn't be able to create itself. It was enchanting.
He seemed to have tried to carry on a conversation, but I could not respond. My mouth would not move! My jaw locked and my teeth set together, unwilling to cooperate. Unwilling to speak. He stared at me pressing me on to try and answer the question. So i grabbed a pen out my purse and wrote on a napkin:
Take me with you
