he leaned up against the wall
smoking
casually flipping his lighter
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i don't think he noticed me
noticing him
but i really didn't care
he was perfect
tall, lean, ripped blue jeans, leather jacket
dark hair, unkempt
sullen eyes
i couldn't help but stare
i wanted him to notice me
i willed him to notice me
he finished his smoke
and casually flipped the wasted end
onto the pavement
then
he glanced up
and our eyes met
and he did notice me
no expression at first
and then the small creepings of a smile
"smoke"?, he asked
"sure", i said
my heart was pounding
my knees felt weak
but i went to him, smiled, and retracted a cigarette
from his pack
this was absolutely perfect
a dream come true
a fairy tale beginning
to the meeting of two perfect souls
but there was one, slight problem...
...i don't smoke.
