Blue Eyes

“Hey there.”

I looked up from my chipped red nailpolish to find two round icecicles staring at me expectantly. They spoke again.

“Is anyone sitting here?” Blue eyes gestured to the empty seat next to me on the bench.

Suddenly feeling my tongue go incredibly dry I could only nod quickly. I hoped he would just think I was mysterious and not too shallow to give him a verbal answer. Or maybe he would think I was a woman of few words who’s a great listener or mayb...

“Heeeellooo?” My thought train stopped abruptly when I realized he was talking to me.

I had planned on apoligizing quickly and recovering by asking him to repeat himself in a soothing and gentle voice. Instead what came out of my parched throat more resembled a cat hacking up a hairball...I’ll just let you imagine how attractive that sounded.

To my surprise he just chuckled slighty and asked if I was alright.

Finally after getting my bearings I was ready to make my vocal chord abilities known.

“Yeah,” giving a little laugh of my own, “I’m fine. Thank you.” Nailed it.

“So what were you saying?”

He shifted slightly so that his ever broad shoulders were facing towards me. Honestly I think I could see every toned muscle on his body popping out of his shirt if it weren’t so stinkin cold and he wasn’t wearing a parka for goodness sakes. Thanks a lot Mother Nature...

“I just asked if you were from around here.” Warm. Fuzzy. All of me was alive with fire. I didn’t know someone’s voice could do that.

“Oh,” I said but then I realized I should propbably answer more.

“Oh! Um yeah. I mean no. Well kind of. I moved here about a year ago from Torento which is like an hour away. So really I’m not from around here but then again I am now I guess. But like I come to this bus stop all the time to wait for the bus.” Internally I face palmed myself. Why did I say that about the bus? He didn’t even ask about that. Word vomit. I just word vomited on this poor man. This poor, gorgeous, unsuspecting man. Just as I was ready to accept my fate he completely shocked me.

“You’re funny. You know that?” Most men would have been walking home by now.

“Oh um. Thank you.” I tucked a piece of fly away hair behind my ear.

We both sit in silence and it’s not weird. It’s actually kind of nice. So we stay like that, me and my crystal eyed stranger friend, until the bus comes bumbling along.

Both our eyes flicker to the bus number and sadly it’s his and not mine. I’ve been waiting here for ages by the way. How in the world did his bus come before mine? There has to be a better system they can try to...

“Goooooodbyeeee.” Once again I was pulled to reality by his voice.

“Oh! Goodbye! It was really nice meeting you.” I gave a small wave. It did it’s job because he waved back from in front of the bus doors. He started climbing on but said something I couldn’t make out to the driver and suddenly turned back to the outside.

“Hey! Um I never did get your name.” Oh yeah duh I should have offered it.

“Layla. Layla Thomas.” That seemed to satisfy him because his smile was bright enough to make me squint. He probably thought I smelled something bad or something...

Before I knew it the bus was gone and so was the blue eyed beauty.

Eventually my bus came and I was soon curled up on my couch watching some staged reality TV show. It was just when the drama was getting really good that my phone dinged. Glancing down at the text, something caught my eye that made me hit pause on the remote. It was from an unknown number but the text read, “So I know this seems totally stalkerish but I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the bus stop. So yes I admit I looked you up in the phone book...I hope that’s ok.”

I read the text over and over again. This was not happening. This was not real life. Things like this only happen in movies. Someone was messing with me right? I sent a simple reply that would clear all this up.

“Blue eyes?” I honestly was not expecting the answer I got in return.

“Hey there. ;)”