He looks up and catches my eye. His short and simple dark reddish-brown hair is cropped; the top layers
are roughly cut, showing his high forehead of intelligence. His big lips are sealed and tight; afraid to echo any word. It is as if he is pleading in pain, hoping for someone to glance his way and realize how tortured he is feeling. He pleads for someone’s help but he just cannot speak up. Most importantly is the way he is staring at me, like a sharp dagger. His dark and mysterious hazel eyes are clawing into me and from a distance I can see the reflection of myself. A huge transformation sweeps over him.
