Eyes

The way his pastel yellow skirt brushed against his white thighs had me mesmerized and I couldn't help but notice how many shots him and his friends had already put back. I continued on sipping my whiskey, as I looked up from the duck covered socks to his soft jawline, I noticed the soft brown eyes staring straight into mine, my jaw nearly going slack from the softness and innocence they held. I offered a smile and a tip of the drink at him, almost like a cheers and the small smile that overtook his lips didn't leave the rest of the night.