You had just had coffee with an old friend. She had been out of town for a few months, so you were reconnecting, listening to her stories and updating her on yours. It was nice to meet her, it really was. But still, you couldn’t help feeling a bit uneasy at listening to her crazy stories. Not that you’d actually do any of that stuff, I mean, it’s crazy. But still, it would be nice to be a little bit more adventurous, wouldn’t it?
It was getting late, and it was a Saturday night. Across the street a group of teens were laughing, or possibly fighting. It was hard to tell. No, you didn’t want to be crazy. Your phone rang, and you answered right away, thankful for the distraction.
“Hello,” a male voice on the other end said. “I admire you. I just wanted you to know this”
“What?” You said. “Who is this?”
“It’s not important,” the voice said. “You have the most beautiful eyes I have seen, And when you’re thinking intensely, narrowing your eyes a bit, yes, exactly like that. It’s so incredibly beautiful”
“What?” You said again.