Yesterday I was on the bus and the girl next to me asked me what I was reading. I looked over, a bit startled. Honestly it’s rare that people are so open and although I hate to admit it, I’m usually pretty guarded in contexts like that. But as I glanced at her I noticed that she was actually really gorgeous. Long, curly dark hair, big hazel eyes, full lips and a Roman nose; she had on a long skirt and a peasant blouse showing milky white shoulders. She was gazing at me intently, a smile playing around her lips.
I waved the book vaguely, smiling back. “It’s uh, Richard Dawkins, actually. He’s kind of a jerk, but I like his stuff about evolution.”
“Interesting,” said the girl, still looking into my eyes and definitely not at the book. “What are you learning?”
I paused, then started to speak, then laughed, shy in spite of myself. What was I going to say about the theory of natural selection to this babe? Her eyes are incredible, I thought to myself. Liquid and deep, her gaze steady and knowing. I put the book down. “I’m Vicky,” I said.