he's small
there's a dead giveaway, fuckers. that's who he is
small, pale, and blue
blue eyes you could get lost in
It sounds so cliche but there's no other way to describe it
eyes I tried to focus on as he worked at! my! table! without him noticing me staring
his laugh, his smile, otherworldly
he's the kind of guy who could get sprinkled with glitter and never get a second glance cause it would suit him like a second skin
except he gets the second glances because he's an angel
cherubic face
brown brown curls
beautiful
fucking beautiful
his friends all hate me, are the kinks in my heart
but this one is different
he wasn't holding on to whatever he had heard about me when we talked
and we talked! decently
acquainted.
aquatinted.
those prismarine eyes are what I loved
that's all
I sit behind him now, in English
I watch him sometimes, sneak a peek
I watch those blue eyes
focus on the girl right next to me
okay.
