thedarkharlequin

She was clean
Neat
Tidy
Well kempt
but also ordinary.
The piercings and tattoos some might say set her apart. Not in my eyes. She was pleasant to look at, sitting there at the bus stop. I stared, more accurately oogled, but my intent was to absorb. I continued to steal glances of her as I sat and ate my meal. Me inside this filthy taco shop, her there on the stone step outside. Skin and concrete, there's something poetic there I'm sure. black hair, golden green eyes, wide and tapering, maybe a little lost. She continued to sit there, legs crossed. Tapered jeans making her sneakers look petite. I finished my burrito, put away my tray and left. Her on the right of the door, I turned left. Walked down the street, looked back once, telling myself the whole time I should say hello. I walked home.