She's doing it again,
staring at me.
I try to look away,
but her gaze pulls me back in.
Every time I glance away,
her eyes move within mine.

I turn back to her.
She is staring into my eyes,
into my soul.
Her eyes hold pain.
They're wild, frightened,
yet warm, understanding.
The look on her face matching
my feelings: skittish and mischievous.
Her hair, even more wild than her eyes:
the colour of lightening.
I smirk at her.
She shoots it back.

We continue our charade for some time.
She just won't leave me.
I give up.
You win.
Upon leaving I found her name:
Reflection.