When We Met: The First Sight

He drew the curtains aside, and looked out the window. She was clear as a bell. She shut the door to her car, and took a hit off of the cigarette that he knew to be a Marlboro Light. With a graceful flick, she tossed the cigarette into the road, and continued to walk with that slow, graceful walk.1

Her chest length, strawberry blond hair fell down her back and across her shoulders. The moon lit each strand, giving her hair an ethereal glow in the dim country night. He could see the emotion in her eyes. A mix of sadness, fear, relief, love, and anger. There was something else though. Her self-confidence seemed diminished as she shyly knocked on the door. It was in her eyes.2

Her eyes. They were the reason he had ever been interested in her. The first night...3

She got out of the car, her golden hair pulled into a high ponytail, shining in the moonlight. She exited her car slowly, and waited for Joe to come talk to her. Christian followed, silently thinking about her. She began to speak, and all thought stopped. 4

The girl began an irate speech about the boy she had just broken up with, swearing that all men were pigs. She continued on for about 5 minutes this way before she pulled a tank top out of her car and changed. Right there in the street. Finally her eyes flicked to Christian. 5

"Hi. I'm Cat."6

"Chris."7

"Well, I hope you don't care that I'm changing in front of you. Although, I doubt that it bothers you."8

All he could do was shake his head. He kept staring at her as she took off her hoodie, and then her t-shirt. Her chest had a sprinkle of freckles, and the necklace she was wearing hung down to the middle of them. She turned around with a quick motion and whipped a blue tank top over her head, before changing her bra. When she got done, she pulled a bottle of vodka out of her hoodie and turned with a smile to Joe.9

"Ready to get drunk?" And with that, she poured the container into her mouth and took a huge swallow. She then wiped her mouth and locked her eyes onto his again. There was a challenge in them. She carelessly lit a cigarette, also handing one to Joe and Christian. She continued to look at him. "Want some?"10

He shook his head. "Can I use that lighter?" He lit the cigarette that she had given him, but he couldn't get the lighter to work. She sighed and took it from him, putting it between her lips and sparking the lighter instantly. She was even prettier in the light of that small fire. 11

She gave the cigarette back to him and turned to Joe, beginning again about what had happened between her and the college guy. All Christian could think about was her, and her lip gloss. It was glossy, and it tasted like cherries and smelled like mint and soft perfume. It left a slight stain behind, half pink and half skin colored. He licked his lips, remembering hers. The perfect shape of her mouth, perfectly straight, white teeth, the gentle curve of her bottom lip, the Cupid's bow at the top of her mouth. 12

He wondered what she tasted like. Her lip gloss tasted like cherries and mint, and she was chewing some kind of white spearmint gum. Finally, Joe succeeded in making her smile, and when she laughed, it made him dizzy. Her laugh was like a fairy, or something magical that he couldn't explain. Half giggle, half twinkling laughter. She opened her mouth and revealed something he hadn't noticed before: a silver tongue ring.13

Her eyes locked with his and she held his gaze. He met hers, and lost himself in those pools. Her eyes were not quite blue, or green, or grey. It was as if the three colors were struggling to decide which one would be dominant. 14

Then the moment was lost as Cody came over, and asked her a question that Christian didn't quite catch. Her eyes flashed grey in the moonlight, and she got in her car. She was obviously angry. The cold grey that now dominated those lovely eyes was as cold as ice. 15

She peeled off the street and he heard her car shift as she hit the open stretch leading to the bypass. He sighed, figuring he'd never see her again...16