I wonder if she knew that I stared at her whenever she got all quiet and pensive. I wonder if she knew that when she stared off, her thoughts played with the light in her eyes. I wonder if she knew that I loved the way her bangs curled ever which way over her face and created little shadows that danced over her features. I wonder if she knew how feminine she looked when she let her guard down, how it was like meeting a different person.
One hand held her face while her eyes gazed at the wall unblinkingly; her other would raise a glass of chocolate milk to her lips every so often, where her drink slid down her throat in slow gulps; with every sip, the milk moustache grew more pronounced.
I smiled faintly at her, but she never seemed to notice off in her own world. There was a small pining in my chest, something that implored me to get closer.
My hand slowly reached across the table, my fingers drumming lightly on the skin of her arm. I almost felt bad for breaking her out of her trance, but watching her settle back into her body with a confused look about her as her eyes blinked rapidly made the smile spread across my face.
"N?" she whispered gently, trying to find a foothold in reality. "Was I staring off again?"
"Yes. Yes you were."
"What are you smiling at?" She was on the defensive now, the question had that demanding tone that I'd grown so used to, crossing her arms in front of her chest, effectively dismissing her soft girl-like look. She tried to hide it, but I knew when that light shade of pink crept up in her cheeks.
"You have a moustache." A chuckle escaped as the pink darkened into crimson. Her hand raised to wipe my source of amusement away on her sleeve, but my fingers stopped her.
"I'll get it."
The hand that touched hers intertwined our fingers as I stood to lean over the table, my free hand cupping her face gently.
I could feel her tense up in anticipation, and as our lips finally met, felt her release herself from the binds of her human skin as she soared high above the clouds.
I was the one that fell. Down into the sweet vortex that was her, made of chocolate and her intoxicating touch that sent my head into a whirlwind.