Lost in her eyes
Twenty-one
Twinkling like the brightest stars, inviting like the sparkling seas, her eyes enticed him. Teasing him with playful seduction. He was lost. Trancelike. They held a certain mystery that he wanted to explore.
He had time.
The silence was special. The moment magical. Sunlight hit the worn shade above the table. Rays made their way through the rips, illuminating the couple’s coffee below - like a spotlight on the leading characters in a Broadway show.
He searched every corner.
Until he saw it.
The faint figures of multiple men. Their haunting faces shouting for help.
The eyes snapped shut. A defence mechanism maybe? When they reopened, the lost souls were gone. So to was the glisten. The capturing gaze replaced by a vacant stare.
But only for a moment.
A beautiful blink enhanced by eyelashes crafted by a temptress. The eyes captivating once again with a hypnotic shine. Smiling. Welcoming back.
He was lost once again.