Me wrapped in my music drowning out any chance of there being a awkward moment, however your awkwardness strikes through, with your handsome face and red hair burning against the fluorescent lighting, compliments of the music emanating from behind me, awkward pauses and uncomfortable silence as we both stumble over the words we have yet to say, yet the music says it all. And from your mouth, "your eyes are striking", and I forget to say thank you. Where does this go from here, once you leave. The music still yearning as I watch you walk on past through the camera view of the street, scarcity and fading into the city lights, until our next awkward encounter I guess.
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