she closed her eyes, letting the warmth from the sun encase her. the bristles of the grass, whispers from the wind and the rustling of the trees had led the females eyes to be half opened. the grass flattened with each footstep the volleyball player made. his breathed hitched, as he stood still. his eyes trailed all over her face, taken in a trance by the scene laid upon him. "hm? ...yes? need anything?" sentences could not be formed. he stuttered incoherent words, the female staring straight at the mans piercing eyes. all he could do was stare. she was like a seraph. if not, what else could she be? he knew pictures of her did no justice. he'd rather stare at her all day. he didn't expect her to be here. "y-you're absolutely..." his mumble went unheard, the girl prompting him to repeat his sentence. "beautiful. you're beautiful,"