the first smile
I've never seen him smile. Honestly, I thought he was a bit of a hardass because of it. But today, he smiled. He smiled at me. It was a chance encounter, we just happened to be at the same place and same time.
"Good evening," he cocked his head and smiled. He continued walking across my path, smiling at me. I was too dumbstruck to do anything, I think I merely stared. Now it was I who was the hardass.
The moment replayed over and over in my head. I was undeniably giddy. If I wasn't in public, I would have been squeeing and kicking my feet in the air.
Later, I heard him making jokes. Bro's got jokes. It was a side I've never seen before. A jovial side. I wanted to look away, but his eyes were locked on my mine. But, maybe they weren't. I don't know why it always feels like our eyes are meeting each other from across the room. A weird thrill runs through me, at the slightest glance in my direction.
And at the moment, my face was on fire from laughter, but also... It was a heat that I was familiar with. A growing feeling.
I want to get to know you.
I didn't have any pretense to start a conversation, so I didn't approach him. What could he and I possibly have to say to each other? I could only imagine his sterness. A lashing is what I need.