Green eyes

GREEN EYES

A lady with exceptionally pretty, green eyes and a cute smile with dimples steps up to the counter looking for directions. She has also purchased gasoline and a bottle of water. The eyes get to me immediately and our eyes lock on each other. A tiny smile starts on her lips, her entire face is bright and inviting. I smile back at her. I feel that we could get to be pretty good friends. My mind says that there are possibilities.

She speaks and her voice is angelic and more beautiful than I could have imagined. She smiles and the dimples get to me. I give her directions; I ring her purchases. We gaze into each other's eyes and say nothing and everything for that time, longer than an instant but shorter than a lifetime, that sometimes passes between two strangers. I don't know what to say next; she thanks me and leaves. I think, maybe we could have. She is thinking, "Maybe we could have." I smile, take a deep breath, and sigh as I watch her walk out with a scrap of paper that has my scribbled directions on it.

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