He stood there watching with his shoulders resting against the wall and with an apple in his hands tossed midair.
It was the second time she was seeing him after the dance, the first had merely been just a glimpse.
This time she had a perfect look at him and could read every bit of the surrounding emotions, she could have sworn that her heart skipped for a moment.
Looking at him for a minute, she had this feeling that he might have probably seen everything and was there only to drag her for making a fool out of the whole pack.
Yet, as he stood there looking at her with a gaze that pierced through her soul, she could easily say he was as everything has been —clueless.
There s beauty in it, however, or perhaps a sense of knowing him better.
She had danced with this man, she had kissed
