I gaze as I sit besides her on the train. Like a peach her cheeks look slightly fuzzy. I see the fine hairs as the sun shines it’s red-orange hue on her skin. Her even, light tan complexion gives off yellow undertones. The sun compliments her skin as she sits there, clueless of her newest admirer. Her eyes dance as she watches her surroundings. Amused by the performers on the local train, she cracks a slight smile. Covering her mouth she seemed ashamed of the braces I caught a glimpse of as she giggled. I turn, realizing I can see her face completely from the reflection of the window. Her ash blonde brows are groomed, still thick and compliment her slim face well. She wore mascara, making her lashes appear darker than her brows. I glance at her hair; glistening, long and blonde. Her loose curls, disobeying direction as she pushed some of them behind her ear. The action reveals shiny diamond studs in her ears. They match the one on her nose that wielded a tiny stud embedded in her flesh. She turns; I am caught. Seeing her eyes up close, I am amazed as I see the details I’ve missed. The reflection withheld the light brown freckles she that spread across her face, from cheek to cheek. Her eyes, not only green, but flecked with yellow gold. The other side of her face bore a scar through the tail of her brow, small but noticeable. I stare, lost for words.

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