is this you?
like all great romances, we met by chance. i was, of course, was sitting in starbucks. working. completely absorbed with color balancing the boy that stared back at me from my laptop. it was fashion week. i had deadlines. i was interrupted when a friend tapped my shoulder. turning to talk i caught you staring. i smiled politely. you smiled politely. our eyes did more than smile.
then i saw it. you had this light. it mirrored my own. unsure of what to do next, i made a face. a funny face. tongue out. lips furled. eyes crossed. somewhere, miley cyrus sat green with envy over that face. my face. you laughed and looked away. that’s when i knew i was yours.
i returned my attention to work. dodge and burn. color blend. clone. technologic. closing my laptop the blond boy turns off and you turn on. hello you said. there was a nervous tone in your voice. uncertainty. your voice cracked. you laughed hurriedly and looked down. submissive. this was in the bag before i opened my mouth.
you didn’t back down. recovering quickly you smiled. i laughed. all eyes on us. even fairytale characters would be jealous.