His height was the first thing that caused Grace to keep looking. The way his brown unruly curls shaded his forest green eyes made him look mysterious. He pulled his hand up to his hair pushing aside a few curls. His arm flexing and the tattoo ink moving like little motion pictures.
Grace couldn't imagine ever talking to him or him noticing her. She pulls off her glasses and runs her fingers through her long brown hair.
"Could I sit there" a heavy accented voice causes Grace to look up her eyes meeting his green ones. The boy she had been staring at only moments ago is now speaking to her.
Grace picks her bag up moving it to her lap and scooting to the left to let the man sit down. The bus ride to the stop holds a silence between the two.
Grace glances out down to her watch then at the bus doors that now open to let out people who have places to go like her. She collects her things and squeezes past the boy without glance.
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Behind The Mask
Fanfiction"Why did you lie about who you are?" "Because, I'm no good."
