She walked slowly after him, tugging at her tank top, making sure it's not too low. She faced the window of the flower shop, unconsciously smoothing her hair with her fingers, while darting secret glances at him to see if he was looking back. She wondered if he paid as much attention to her as she did to him. A jingling sound of wind chimes startled her, and she looked up to see if he was still in her sights. He was only five steps ahead of her, opening the door to the small, cottage restaurant. He turned around and saw her behind him, a petite girl with mismatching green and blue eyes, and reached his hand out to stop the door from closing on her. She cocked her head as though confused, and smiled uncertainly.

"Thanks," she muttered, as she quickly walked through the heavy, wooden door.

He dropped his hand and let the door shut on its own. He watched her walk away, thinking about her startling eyes, and the way his heart stirred when she smiled. He wondered if it would be creepy to approach her and obsess over her eyes. The image of her lingered in his mind, her mismatching orbs staring at him in confusion. Those eyes, he'll do anything to make her look at him again, just so he can get another glimpse of them.

He can barely see her anymore. Before registering what he was doing, he ran after her and called out, "Hey, would it be creepy of me to ask you to look at me again?"

He winced, that was pathetic.

She turned around Her amused look made him hastily explain.

"That didn't sound as stupid in my head." He muttered, running his hand through his messy locks.

He looked at her smile and felt it again. The stirring. Then, he made the mistake of looking into her eyes. Immediately he was sucked into the swimming colors. He blinked and shook his head, trying to clear his head.

"Damnit, your eyes, they just—they were all I thought about when I opened that door for you—and I just had to chase after you like an idiot, just to see them again."

She blushed slightly and bit her lip softly.

"How about you ask me out on a date," She watched his eyes widen and smirked in triumph, "and you can stare into my eyes the whole time. Does that sound like a good deal to you?"

"Tomorrow, seven. I'll call you." He grinned, before backing away.

"You don't know my number, moron." Laughter danced in her eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, "fine, call me then."

"I don't have your number." She retorted.

He just smiled and waved, "I'll see you tomorrow."

It wasn't until later that night when she realized he scribbled his number on her arm.