<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">It was partly cloudy and there was a cool breeze in the air. I walked along the sidewalk snapping photographs of anything that caught my eye.
I passed by a park where kids ran around chasing eachother. A little boy attempted to climb a tree while a small group of children watched surrounding him. To the left of them, five girls sat in a circle playing hot potato with a pinecone.
I watched cars zoom past me as they hurried to reach their destinations. The leaves in the trees rustled from the slow gusts of wind, causing some of the rich colored leaves to fall to the ground while others floated in the air.
A line of benches were placed right by the park where couples sat laughing and talking. I decided to sit down and scroll through my camera to fathom over which shots to keep, and which to delete.
As I sat down, I noticed a boy about my age walk towards me. He wore dark jeans, a light blue shirt with an abstract pattern on the front, topped with a leather jacket. His hair was dark and styled to perfection forming a quiff. His lips stood out next to his light olive skin. I saved the best for last. His eyes. They were golden brown with specks of green here and there. I couldn't make out the exact color, but they were bright and beautiful nonetheless.
"Is this seat taken?" he questioned, raising his dark, thick eyebrows. I shook my head no and scooted over to give him some space. He sat down and gave me a small smile, silently thanking me. I glanced at him through the corner of my eye and saw him gazing at the horizon. He looked absolutely breathtaking.
His jawline was defined, and his eyelashes were long and thick. "Excuse me," I said, slightly poking his arm. He tore his eyes away from the horizon to look at me. "Yes?" he asked. "May I take your picture?" I asked hopefully, holding up my camera. He grinned at me. "I suppose," he said, as he fixed his gaze back at the horizon. I lifted up my camera and snapped a photo.
"Let's see it," he said scooting closer to me. I gave the camera to him so he could see. "Do you mind if I took a look?" he asked, referring to the other photos in my camera. I hesitated for a second, but nodded my head. He smiled and began scrolling through all the photos I had taken over the past months.
I examined his face closely as he did so. His eyes crinkled and his smile grew wider with every press of the 'next' button. Once he reached the last photo, he looked up grinning from ear to ear. "You're amazing," he said waving my camera. "Thank you," I said smiling.
We both looked up at the darkening skies. It was getting late. "I have to go now, thanks for letting me photograph you," I said, getting up. "No problem, babe," he said resting his arm across the back of the bench.
I waved to him and began to head home. Before crossing the street, I turned back to look at him. He was still looking at me, watching my every move. He waved at me, I waved back.
Once the light turned green, I began walking, sneaking a glance at the photograph I had taken.
I had a feeling I'd be seeing him again soon.</pre>
