Michael saw Fi walk from the other side of the plaza laden with bags. She was a beautiful, small woman but Michael had learnt out of experience never to use her height to judge her. She had an attitude weighing 205 pounds and going up to a whooping 7 feet. She had quite a few eyes following her.
That was the thing about her, wherever she went people noticed her, she didn't even have to try. She looked amazingly beautiful in a blue-green dress and a pair of simple flip-flops. She had tied her hair loosely in a pony tail and a few brown tendrils had escaped that hold and were lightly blowing against her face, gosh, even her tucking the hair behind her ears was so artistic, Michael could have just fallen right over.
For a small woman, she took big steps. She was almost halfway across the huge plaza when two women presumably a mother and her teenage daughter laden with their own bags banged into Fi, all the bags got inter jumbled so Fi and the other two ladies bent down to find their respective bags. Michael would have helped but Fi's performance was so spellbinding his feet were rooted to the spot and all he would do was stare…
She carried herself with such grace, such air. She just instinctively knew what do and when to do it. She could laugh at cue, look astonished, hurt, surprised all at cue but Michael knew it was all natural …she had people skills. Not the only skill she possessed. If it was something normal women couldn't do he cold bet his life on the fact Fi could do it eyes closed. That was what made her extremely lovable and that's why she needed to be avoided. He and she were good together on the outside but inside it was dysfunctional and he and Fi weren't on the same page for that matter. In fact, in a lot of other matters. That's why he had to do everything he could to not bring those matters up. That was easily said and hardly ever successfully done.
Fi picked up their bags for them and then picking up her own bags, she came up to him. She was perfectly tanned and she didn't even actually sit in the sun for hours in effort. Her eyes…that was the first thing he saw that struck out to him in that seedy Irish pub years ago. After that, it was one thing sticking out after another. But every time it was those green-blue eyes that did it for him. They shone like a beautiful lagoon. Always honest and open. Her high cheekbones that showed even more when she smiled. That perfectly crafted nose…those rose-like pink lips…almost a god sent. These were the things he missed the most…these little bits of Fi…
Her chin was as shapely as her. She was thin…thin being the understatement of the millennium.
Yes, she was definitely the most beautiful and awe-inspiring woman he had ever met. Almost so lady like, gentle, loving, charismatic, delicate…she was so delicate she almost needed being put away in Rapunzel's tower to protect her.
She was the delicate English Rose…or correction Irish Rose, the homely type-
"So who are we shooting again?"…or maybe not.
Author's Note- So I hope u guys liked it. It was just a silly dream I had and I hope you review. :D