No More Miss.Pushover

No More Miss.Pushover

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I saw an open table. "Rush to the table before someone else takes it! My thoughts were true. If I didn't get to the table someone else would. I got to the table but I wasn't the only one. I looked up my heart didn't want to find out but my mind did. I looked into some dark caramel brown eyes. Those eyes stared into mine. I've seen them before just not this close or fixated...
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"As I looked up, my eyes met someone else's. He had curly copper brown hair that fell on his forehead and a chiseled jaw but I wasn't too concerned about his physical attributes. What really stuck out to me was his hazel eyes. I felt my pupils dilate as I slowly melted in his eyes. I felt safe in the comfort of his gaze. Why do I feel safe? The room faded away. It was just the two of us. Why does he have this effect on me? His eyes looked sympathetic. Why is he sympathetic? What are my eyes telling him? I felt a warm sensation flow through my body as my breaths became deeper. I didn't care about any of what happened before and I didn't care about anyone else. I just wanted to stay in this moment, with him, forever."

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