slowly

My eyes trailed down her legs. Her socks (they had cute little aliens on them) were barely staying up on her ankles. She wore some pink Adidas Superstars. A good choice. Similar to mine. Of course, I look no where near as good in them.

I go back up to look at the top half of her body. She had an orange Kanken, with a Bunny Plushie hanging out of it. She was wearing an oversized jacket, rolled up to show her delicate wrists.

Then her face. Her sharp jawline, prominent cheek bones, all complimented by her short, curly pink hair.

She looked over to me and smiled. I smiled back, looking away and blushing. I suppose I must have been staring.

I walked past her on the plane. She took up no space on the seat. She was able to sit with her legs crossed up on the seat. With room still available. She looked so delicate. She had only eaten about 3 bites of her airport meal, but there were about 4 empty bottles of water, neatly stacked on the small table.