His eyes did funny things when they were pointed in my direction. They squinted, then widened, his almost indiscernible irises flashing. I had never before, or have been since, looked at in such a way.
It made me nervous and I stuffed my hands in my coat pockets, fidgeting out of sight.
And then he smiled, and everything I had ever been afraid of just fell away.
He wrapped his arms around me, and the women laughed in the background. “Now, there’s a greeting!” one said, an older lady in an Ohio State sweatshirt.
We went to the bookstore, and enjoyed coffee while he mocked me. “The end of the world could be happening, and you’d be right there, writing in your journal,” he said. “It is the end of the world and I’m here, drinking coffee with you,” I countered. My hands were back to shaking, and I spilled a bit of the coffee. Without my notice, I had been clenching the cup just a bit too tightly.
Lyrical Fool 