He watched her. She crossed the street and walked to the bench to sit down. As she sat her eyes met and never left the ocean. He began to walk towards the bench and she never moved. When he sat next to her, her eyes never left the horizon. She never flinched as the bench moved under his weight. He spoke only one sentence. "Do you come here often?" His gaze never wavered as she turned on him in fiery anger as if she'd been jarred from sleep. His eyes met hers and the fire went out, not like she'd been doused, but by sheer inquisitiveness. She seemed as intrigued as he was.
He watched her. He wanted to stare at her and memorize every little thing about her from her long honey blond hair to the purple sandals on her feet. He felt himself being pulled into everything about her and he didn't mind. Quite the contrary, he wanted it and he wanted her to feel the same about him, but he couldn't just stare. That would be impolite but he couldn't pull his eyes away. Questions were asked and answered by both but did he even hear the answers; maybe not. He was mesmerized by her. He couldn't tell. The two of them sat there for over an hour chatting about everything from the color of the ocean, the weather and why they were there on the bench. He couldn't really tell her why because he didn't know.
He watched her. She looked at her watch and got up to leave. She was meeting friends for lunch. He put his hand out to shake hers and when she touched his hand that spark flew through them both. Her eyes met his and a small smile came to her face. She turned to go and he couldn't let her leave that way. "Have dinner with me?" She turned back and her face was radiant. "Ok, when?" He felt his heart miss a beat. "How about tonight?" She left but he knew there would be many more days in the future to watch her.