She approached me in awkward steps that were anything but graceful. She seemed to hit every chair in her path in the auditorium we were both working in. I knew she was coming to meet me and mentally prepared myself for a conversation. “Hello.” She said, rather confidently.
“Hi.” I responded.
I took the time to study her features. Hair in a pixie cut, eyes that were almost too large, skin the colour of caramel.
“Feel free to stop by the office.” She said, and then I realized that I had zoned out of the entire conversation.
“Thanks.” I responded, somewhat certain she had come to welcome me to the team.
As she walked away from me, clad in her red sweater, I realized that her awkward steps could be likened to some sort of dance from realms above ours. I realized that her large eyes which seemed to peer into my soul were beautiful. I realized that her skin glowed like burning embers in the dark. I realized that I had fallen in love.
“She’s a beauty, right?” A colleague said.
“Guy.” I responded in the affirmative.
“Great, now stay away from my girl.”