Unknown person´s POV
She walked through the streets like she didn’t want to be seen. She tried to stay unnoticed, but I did notice her. She seemed so unaware of her beauty, her appearance and her effect on men. She surely got looks, but she didn’t realize it. That made her even more attractive. She didn’t need to do much for it. Her hair was open, hanging over her shoulders and she didn’t wear much make-up. A little mascara, a little rouge, that was all. She was naturally beautiful. I couldn’t believe it when our ways crossed again in a nearby coffee shop. She was deeply in her thoughts and in a hurry. She didn’t notice me. It hurt me a little, I must admit.
I was sure it was a sign that I had seen her there, though I couldn’t stop thinking about her since I last saw her. So, I followed
