Pretty Kind of Dirty Face {Matty Healy}

Matty and Eloise were ships in the night, passing closely but never quite finding each other. That is, until now.

"There was a pause in the conversation. I wasn't sure what to say. So I simply didn't say anything. Instead, I stared down at my hands and picked at my chipped red nail polish. When I looked up, Matty wasn't engrossed in his coffee or back asleep like I'd expected.

His deep brown eyes were trained on me."