I walked into her apartment, skin still stinging from the cold outside, a stark contrast to the overheated interior of her home. We exchanged shy, almost awkward, greetings and I bent down to untie my boots. As my eyes fell to the floor I momentary stole a look at her, mostly seen in peripherals as my vision landed on my boots. *Shoulder length dirty brown (a touch of amber?) hair framed her delicate facial features. Large dark orbs caught every ounce of light in that dimly-lit entranceway and condensed it, forced into down into a pinprick of brilliance that erupted from the infinite blackness of her eyes. Standing in stark contrast to the pale, creamy, skin. For all the black and whites of her facial features, her lips softly screamed of color. Warm and naturally pink, thin yet plush lines that spilled life from the otherwise picturesque image of her face.* My slightly numbed fingers were clumsy with the laces of my boots, and I was deprived the sight of her for too long. Finally, my gaze climbed her. *Thin feet, left toes turned slightly inward. Right leg crossed below the knee, resting its weight on only the toes. The foot itself seemed arched, as if supported by an invisible heel, highlighting the curve of her leg, and how that leg climbed! Knee gave way to rounded thigh, which seemed to burst from barely visible black shorts. Her figure was obscured from the small, yet oversized on her, loose-fitting knitted beige sweater, which also ran past the fingers of her left arm. Her right arm raised to her mouth, as if nervously nibbling on her thumbnail. The dark pools of her eyes had frozen over in the time it took me to take off my boots and jacket, and for her to assume that obviously rehearsed pose.*