As she quietly sits in her little corner of the coffee shop, she can feel a subtle pair of eyes traipsing towards her. So, hoping to remain inconspicuous, she nonchalantly traces her fingers over the rim of her coffee cup. Yet, she can still feel the unknown eyes creeping ever closer. She doesn't dare look up out of her own self--conscious tendencies. Those eyes trace over the lacey dress that has attached itself to summery skin. She wonders if she should look up and acknowledge this presence that seems so intent on acknowledging her. But, she can only blush into her used copy of "The Wasteland" and wonder. Eyes are still delicately flowing throughout her small corner, not even building a false pretense of looking out a window. Perhaps it was the youthfulness of summer that made her bold, or perhaps curiosity had gotten the better of her- she looked up rather abruptly. Her sudden movement disconcerted the poor pair of eyes as they darted across the room. She recklessly peered at deep blue pools until her vision became blurred. Now it was his turn to feel the peculiarism of attention.
Blogging inspired by: MoZella's "More of You" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51mQ22bRZC0)
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