I had stopped looking at her, and started gazing. She really was
. Her hand
s were folded neatly in her lap, a demure smile
across her face. Her pale blue eyes
looked off to the side. You
know you're in for a fall when you start noticing things like
how the candlelight
makes her eyes sparkle
, and how if you
breathe just right, you can catch the scent of her hair
what a lovely scent it is, and you're wondering whether or not
she knows how lovely it is, and did she do it on purpose, just
"I like you, too," she said.
with that same smile, the same sparkle, the hands still
neatly in her lap. Pure confidence.
How did she do that?
She's shy, she's not this forward, and up until now, I was
pretty sure she lacked the ability to read my mind. Her
timing was perfect. She had pure confidence, and it showed. Her
voice was steady, her tone casual... she was the very picture of
nonchalance. But... how did she do that?
"I like you, too," she repeated. I'm still astonished. She means
it? She can't mean it. Well, she probably does mean it, but she
wouldn't say it... not so soon...
"I'm sorry, what?" Profuse blinking. I'm sure my
lackofattention/deafness/sputtering idiocy was charming.
"I like U2," she said a third time, mildly
annoyed/confused/turned off. "And Coldplay, Dave Matthews,
Oh. Music. Yeah. I had asked about music, hadn't I? Funny how
you forget when you're looking into eyes like those.