Hinata didn't mean to stare. She really didn't. It was just that she had looked up and seen the man's hair… and it was in the same style that Neji had always worn….
But this man's hair was so very, very black–starkly different from Neji's warm, coffee-brown shade
Honestly, she'd simply lost track of exactly how much time had passed. Before she could look away, the strange man turned and made direct eye contact with her. She froze. He blinked, cocking his head slightly, a curious smirk just starting to spread over his lips. His dark eyes were playful, but so vast that they made her feel insignificant and almost laid bare. A bug under a microscope. Hinata blushed deeply–her lower lip starting to tremble–and bolted away as fast as she could.
Itachi had been aware of her fervent gaze for a while. He nonchalantly flipped to the next page of the newspaper and readjusted his weight, leaning on the park railing at a slightly different angle. He held his laughter in, shoulders trembling with the effort, when he saw the girl in the reflection of a van that was parked in front of him. She'd stopped to hold onto the rail juxtapose to the one he was leaning on in order to tie her shoe. When she'd straightened up, she saw the back of him… and had been staring intently at his hair for the last ten minutes. Her expression would shift every so often. eyebrows knitting then sliding away, eyes shimmering with a strange emotion, and lips pursing and straightening. It was quite a show. He wondered if she realized she was staring. Eventually he couldn't help himself from turning to look at her with what he hoped was a gentle enough expression to not frighten her. All she did was blush and run away.
What a pity, he lamented to himself and turned back to his paper. She was kind of cute.