the air was cool, relaxing, when he captured her attention. he was leaning against a pillar, long hair pulled back into a thick ponytail. his denim jacket had a patch on left side, right above the pocket. one earbud in, the other was just hanging, dangling.
his face was calm; he must have been deep in thought, staring at a spot on the ground next to his heavy boot. he took a puff of his dwindling cigarette without blinking, brown eyes unmoving. he carried the weight of the world. with a sigh, he lifted his eyes. they met hers. he blushed and her heart leapt.