She didn’t know his name, but he had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen in her life.
They were a dark blue hue tinged in a darker green. They were lovely.
Almost as lovely as the word lovely.
Yet he never spoke to her, he would just stare at her whenever they were near each other.
It was most disconcerting.
Especially because she didn’t like being stared at, even if the person had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen.
She attempted to speak to him once, just to ask why he stared at her.
She wasn’t very surprised when he didn’t say anything.
He merely smiled secretively and brushed past her.
She wasn’t surprised, but she didn’t like it either.
And it wasn’t like he was mute, she’d heard his voice before; slightly scratchy and deep, it was a rather nice voice.
So why didn’t he speak to her? It made her self-conscious when people stared at her, but on top of that wouldn’t speak to her?
It was irritating, and she didn’t take irritation well.
So one morning while eating breakfast at a diner she spied him outside, just staring at her.
And she decided to stare back, gripping her knife and fork in each hand as she concentrated.
She strained the shit out of her globular organs that morning.
It was a staring competition to end all staring competitions.
But because he was very skilled in the art of staring, she lost.
The staring competition wasn’t the only thing she lost, however.
Placing down her knife, she stood up and calmly walked outside.
She took a deep breath and asked why it was he stared at her.
When he didn’t reply, she stabbed him with her fork.
Haha
where they implore him to save them. Because ‘a darn ship’s ruptured the force field surrounding the planet keeping our crazies captive and you’re the only one who can go down there because we’re scared shitless.’ True story.
