He observed her as she walked across the café with a sense of urgency while frequently looking behind herself. It wasn’t her behavior that got his attention, as much as it was, her eyes.

Black as cauldrons and as vast as space that seem to go on forever, not vacant, but mysterious with a hint of fear.

He was bored anyway, and she was hella hotness on a spoon, he became transfixed on her every move. Soon she notices her shadow. After she finishes her task, she turns curtly on her heels to come face-to-face with him. She gives him a penetrating look that exposes his deviant behavior.

She asks demandingly, “May I help you with something?”

With a mild smirk on his face he replies, “I don’t know, can you?”

Her eyes narrow as she purses her lips while she looks him up and down assessing the level of (reaction/response) she’s going to give him. Just before she replies, she notices…