He stands with the confidence I lack. Contrasted green against a winter wonderland backdrop so perfectly. I can't hear what is being said, between him and his fellow serpent friends, I just know he looks beautiful every time he smiles. I want him to smile like that for me. At me. Because of me. For me.
I seize my moment when he pulls away from the group. If I don't do it now, I may never do it at all. Hand extended. Heart in throat. Butterflies galore. He's just out of reach. So close.
"Excuse me?" I falter. My voice cracked. Vulnerable. My fingers just ghost his shoulder. Fabric soft beneath my fingertips, if only for a half a second. He turns. With poise and grace, and those eyes meet mine. I'm trapped now. In his gaze. No where to run.
And then he smiles. Eyes sparkling, expectant. "Yes?" He questions. I falter. Again. Stumbling over the words in my head. "Lovely weather we're having isn't it?" I stumble over my own feet. Humiliation washing over me.
He laughs. And oh what a sound it is. Light. Warm. Something to want to wrap around myself and sink into. A sound I want to hear more of.
"It is rather beautiful." You're beautiful, I tell myself silently. Forgetting about what I had originally feared for a moment. Because he's still smiling at me. "Would you like to experience its beauty more over lunch sometime?" I ask. Finally.
"How about dinner instead? I'm free tonight." He retorts. I feel like I'm floating. "Blaine, right?" He knows my name. He knows I exist. I can only nod in this moment.
"Meet me here at 7 tonight then. Don't be late." And then he's gone.
I smile. He knows my name. He knows I exist. He smiled for me. Because of me. He's beautiful.