(Young face and old eyes)
He sees her staring longing in those eyes so full of life (to him only, to her they are full of death) and tips his hat at the lovely lady.
"And who are you, mister?"
"Charlie, Charlie Swan, Miss pleasure to meet such a fine woman."
This wasn't him, wasn't Charlie Swan, nope he was the one blushing behind the hat, words stuttering out but that smile, those eyes brought out something new, something different in him.
From her looks, he could tell she was older, one or more years (or maybe fifty?) his brightest smile fills young lips, only twenty and already shocked into love.
"Such a flattering man, I'm Esme, Esme Cullen. I'd watch out Mr. Swan my husband is a calm man but when it comes to me you never quite know."
But of course this siren from the sea, goddess from the clouds was taken, taken before he had the chance to try.
"Oh, S-sorry, miss I'll be on my way."
She moved gracefully like a swan but fast, before he could rush off blush of shame covering his cheeks, her lips rested on them.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Charlie, maybe in another life we'll run into each other again, goodbye."