Imagine you’re sitting in a coffeeshop. Or class. Just zoning out through the window, lost in your own thoughts and imagination.
Then suddenly, like the first pinprick of blood coming back to a numb limb, you realize you’re being watched. Blinking yourself out of your haze, you look around to see if perhaps a friend had called for you. With no one getting your attention inside, you turn to look outside.
To meet the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen. And he was watching you first.