Blue eyes, brown eyes

Portland OR

Description

I was strolling through the aisles of the market in Alberta, distracted in my head when I looked up and saw you looking at me. It was the kind of gaze that burns in a nice way. At first it was just flattering but then I saw you again and it happened a second time so I’m taking the chance. Your eyes were blue, mine are brown and my dark hair was a bit frizzy that day from the rain..