- I stare at him. Stare as he focuses on his phone; knowing that he might not possibly notice me staring but I was wrong, I have always been wrong. He notices everything. Almost everything. My lips curve up into a smile when I see him glancing my way.
- His blue eyes held different emotions. Different meanings. Yet, I never get to discover them. I always end up lost; he manage to do that to people—to me.