her smile gave way to laughter...
Moments later we where sharing ciggs and personal history over coffee.
I mostly listened and enjoyed the way her long, sun-dyed hair framed her face like the perfect painting. I couldn't look away, nor did I try.
Her converstation didn't give away much, save the traces of a Jersey accent that begged the question:"Why here? Why Atlanta?"
She responded, "Wherever your heart may wave you."
"I think I get it," I lied.
She leaned in closer, "Pages turn, chapters end. So long as it's you who controls the pen."
I took her hand in mine, "If only you could see yourself through my eyes right now. There are so many questions I want to ask you."
She squeezed my hand playfully and said, "Take me to your favorite place in the city."
My apartment was twenty minutes away.
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Submission Name: I couldn't look away (two)
