Repost: Blondes and butterflies.
She looks at me out of the side of her eye, sneaking a glance. As she looks out of the window, I inconspicuously scan her face and commit it to memory. A moment later, she’s drifted off allowing me to fixate on the colour of her eyes, it seems to change with the light. She has her hair pulled back showing off a pair of eyes that have me itching to get a third look. I am not a fan of blondes but this girl knows her selling point and knows how to accentuate it – I am a guy, but I know the effect of eyeshadow and mascara. I definitely would not mind getting a treat from her goody bag, yes I said goody bag! But, it’s not the type of goodies you’re thinking about. I wonder if she even knows that I am looking at her, who even cares. I get back to composing a killer tweet and a voice snaps me back. “Hey, I saw you.” With disbelief etched on my face, I turn and she’s still looking at me “It’s rude to stare you know,” she snarls. I am tempted to say something sarcastic so