reading during my lunch hour, I felt that prickly feeling one gets when they know someone is looking at them. Looking intently. I ignored it at first, because unless I am doing something odd, people don’t generally look in my direction for long periods of time.
But the prickly feeling continued until I was compelled to look up. When I did, it was into the soft, dark chocolate eyes of one of the prettiest people I have ever seen.
Obviously, I did the first thing that came to my mind. I looked behind me to see who he was focusing those eyes on. But I was alone. And perplexed.
And drowning in those beautiful brown eyes.
I know nothing about flirting. I don’t know that anyone has ever flirted with me in person, so for all I knew, he had something stuck in those beautiful brown eyes that made them soft and dreamy as they looked in my direction.
I stared at him like some kind of idiot.
There are women who make flirting and being flirted with an art form. I am not one of those women. I am as plain as a potato sack and could find no good reason why he was focusing those incredible eyes so intently on me.
Then he smiled. Not just any smile, but a natural smile with good teeth and smile lines around those eyes, with humor and playfulness, or so it seemed.
I tried to remember the last time a smile reached my eyes but then I forgot what I was thinking about because I was mesmerized by his prettiness.
I think I smiled back, but very well could have grimaced as it is difficult, sometimes, to discern one from the other. I decided, in the end, that one of us, either myself or he, was having some kind of episode.
Since my week thus far has been filled with more episodes than I care to dwell on, I decided it was his problem. I didn’t look back in his direction again.
A coward to the core.
But, I will see those eyes in my mind for a while. A truly beautiful human. I think I should like to photograph him.
A dilemma for another day.
A Photographer's Heart 