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Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Two - Bright Green Orbs

BPOV

Dinner was nice. I loved Chinese food. It had always been my favourite. I'd felt like a bit of an idiot sitting at table alone at first, but I'd soon been joined by an lovely old couple. They'd been married for fifty years and were still very much in love. I could only hope that I would find something like that one day.

It was eight o'clock by the time I'd left the restaurant. I'd been so caught up in my conversation, that I hadn't been paying attention to anything else. I bid farewell to the couple and thanked them for a pleasant evening. I didn't feel like going back to my motel room just yet, as it was still rather early, so I decided to go for a stroll down the street.

Seattle was quite nice at night. I'd forgotten how much I had liked living there. Renee had loved it too. When we'd first moved to San Francisco, my mother had been miserable. I had told her to go back, but she was dead set on staying with me. I'd only been eighteen at the time, and she thought I was too young to live alone in a strange city.

I was twenty three now; definitely old enough to take care of myself. But still my mother stayed with me. She'd keep saying that I was her baby girl and that I would always need her in some form or another. Sometimes I'd laugh at her when she'd say this. Because we both knew it was the other way around; she needed me.

I wondered how she was going handle not having me around for the next two months. She said she would be fine. But I knew her better. I just hope she didn't burn the house down while I was gone.

Don't get me wrong, I think my mother is awesome. But she's a bit flaky. She was one of those flower children who grew up in the seventies; a total hippie. I guess that's where my sometimes flaky-ness came from.

Checking the time on my watch, I noticed that I'd been wandering around for twenty minutes now. Looking up, I spotted a small bar across the road. I decided to cross the street to check it out.

I stepped inside and was pleased to find that it wasn't too busy. I wouldn't even call this place a bar to tell you the truth. There were tables and booths sprinkled around the room; a few people sitting down eating meals. But there was a bar located along one side of the wall. Only a hand-full of people gathered there. I was glad. This was my type of place. Not too busy, and the most important; not too sleazy.

"What can I get you, hon?" a middle aged woman behind the counter asked me as a I found a stool to sit on.

I thought for a few seconds. "Um, a Bourbon and Coke," I replied as I rubbed my hands together.

The woman gave me a nod and a friendly smile before turning around to make my drink. I don't know what it was, but I got the feeling this wasn't the type of place that I could ask for a Martini or a Cosmo. So I went with something easy. Bourbon and Coke.

For the next half hour or so, I spent my time engaged in conversation with the barwoman, and her husband, who was waiting for his wife to finish her shift for the night. I'd only had two drinks, but I'd also had a couple of lemonades, so I was busting for a bathroom break. I excused myself for a few minutes.

It was on my way back when I spotted him.

Clearly, I was dead, because that was a god sitting right there. A god who was watching me as I crossed the room. He had a glass at his lips; sipping some sort of brown liquid. But I could see his eyes watching me.

No doubt he was the kinda guy girls went gaga over….the kind I'd never been very comfortable around because they were so nice looking.

"Oh my god," I muttered under my breath as my face flushed red. Why is he looking at me? And now he totally knows that I've spotted him. My face could always give me away. My blush was always the thing that gave me away.

I sat back down on my stool and carried on as I was, as if nothing had just happened. But twenty minutes later, I was left alone. Libby, the barwoman, had finished her shift and had left with her husband. Now, I'm sitting here trying my hardest not to turn and look back at the beautiful creature who had invaded my thoughts.

My body betrayed me though. I craned my neck around and my eyes met with his. He was sitting at a table alone. Why on earth was someone that sexy sitting alone? It gave us normal looking people no hope whatsoever.

I soon realized I was staring. But he wasn't looking away either, so I felt just a little bit better. Then he smiled at me. A light crooked smile.

I was going to pass out. Really, I'm not joshing. I was.

I attempted a smile back. What else was I supposed to do? I had to break the gaze next. For the sake of my sanity, it was important.

I busied myself with a napkin; ripping it to shreds. I needed to take my mind off God back there. It probably would have worked if said God hadn't of decided to take the seat right next to me.

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EPOV

I'd been watching her since the moment she stepped inside. There was just something about her, and I couldn't stand to pull my eyes away from her. I'd always had a thing for blondes, but seeing her, with her dark curls tumbling down her back; I'd changed my mind.

I wanted to approach her, but I held back. I didn't want to scare her off. She'd only just walked in. So for the next half hour, I watched. She talked and laughed with the woman behind the bar and an older gentleman who was sitting next to her. I kept my eye on him; making sure that he wasn't hitting on her or anything like that. But the more I watched him, the more it seemed he was more interested in the barwoman.

I don't think I had anything to worry about.

Boy was I glad that I decided to come in here tonight. Even more glad that I had decided to put off my flight to New York until tomorrow. I'd driven to Seattle from Forks earlier today. I'd been living in New York for the last few years, but I'd had to come home for my brothers wedding. I'd decided to stay a few extra days to spend time with my parents. I didn't get to see them very often. We took turns in paying visits.

I couldn't stay any longer. I had to get back to work. I was an intern at a popular hospital in New York. I couldn't take anymore time off; it wouldn't have been good for my career.

But when I got into Seattle this morning, I thought to myself that one more day wouldn't hurt, so I cancelled my flight and booked it for tomorrow instead. I'd sat in my hotel room for a few hours; just relaxing. But I started to grow bored. I decided on stroll and found myself here.

So here I am; ogling a girl I don't even know.

I started panicking when she stood from her stool. It looked like she was leaving and I hadn't even gotten a chance to speak to her yet. But I relaxed immensely when she made her way towards the restrooms instead.

I decided to make my presence known when she returned. She knew I was watching her almost immediately. I watched as she faltered a little, and I was pleasantly excited when her face broke out with a blush.

Oh yeah, she definitely knew I was here now.

She went and sat back down and carried on with her conversation, but soon she'd been left alone. The man that had been sitting with her, left with the woman behind the bar. This was my chance.

I willed her to turn around and look at me. And it wasn't long until just that happened. Our eyes met, and it was like a staring competition had broken out between us. I used my trade mark smile on her, and she gave me a small one in return before turning her head back to face the bar.

I stood up and slowly made my way towards her. As I neared, I saw the napkin in her hands; being destroyed. I laughed under my breath. Something told me she a little anxious. Something else told me it was because of me.

I pulled the stool out and sat down. I heard her breath hitch. Her head turned towards me, and she stared at me with her big brown doe eyes.

"Hi," I grinned at her.

"Hey," she breathed out.

Oh man. She had one of those sweet voices too. I think I just died a little inside.

Oh yeah. I was a goner. Big time.

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BPOV

The first thing I noticed were his eyes. I hadn't noticed before, because there was such a distance between us. But now, he was so close, and they were so beautiful.

Bright green orbs. That's what they were.

But they weren't just any green. They were a startling emerald. They drew me in, deep and unfathomable. And they seemed to sparkle with mischief. So beautiful.

"Hi," he grinned at me.

Oh crap. He just spoke to me, and I'm too busy drooling over his 'come to bed with me' eyes. Oh yes, I'd definitely love to go to bed with him.

"Hey," I managed to breathe out.

What the fuck am I supposed to say now? I cant just sit here and not say anything. I probably seem like a total space cadet. Wow, I really am turning into my mother.

"Can I get you another drink?" his sexy voice broke me from my inner ramblings. Thank god.

"Sure," I nodded. Am I supposed to tell him what I want? I think I am.

I opened my mouth to tell him, but I was too late. He was already leaning over the counter calling out to a barman.

"Hey buddy, can I get two bourbon and Cokes?" he placed his order.

The young man, who had replaced Libby, nodded. "No worries," he said. I noticed that his eyes lingered on me a few moments before he walked off. This was my night for attention it seemed.

"Wait, how do you know that's what I want?" I asked the god like stranger beside me. I know that sounded rude, but, I didn't care.

He shrugged. "That's what you ordered before," was his answer.

"Oh, so you've been watching me?" I smirked at him; starting to feel a little more confident.

"Yes, I have. All night actually," he spoke the truth. "Do you have a problem with that?" he winked.

I was about to answer him with some smart assed remark, but I was interrupted by our drinks being placed in front of us.

"Thank you," I told the barman.

"Anything for you babe," he said to me as he leered down my dress.

"Hey," I snapped my fingers at the boy, gathering his attention away from my boobs and up to my face. "There aint nothing in there for you," I told him.

He gulped before stalking off to serve someone else.

I turned back to my new friend, who was chuckling away. "What?" I bit my lip.

"Is there anything in there for me?" he raised his eyebrows.

I was feeling much bolder now, so I answered truthfully. "Maybe," I smiled.

He grinned at me before standing up. "What's your name?" he asked me.

"Izzie," I told him

Fuck. Why did I just lie? Ok, it was a little lie. My dad called me Izzie. But nobody else ever did. I actually kind of hated it.

And to make matters worse, something told me that this guy knew I had lied too. I felt like an idiot. But, if he knew, he sure didn't decide to speak up about it.

"I'm Anthony," he held his hand out for me to take.

As his fingers whispered across my knuckles, my body tingled with lust. But something so much deeper also raced through me. It was strange. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was intense. Really intense.

"How would you like to join me over at my table?" he started to lead me away from the bar.

"I don't think I have much choice," I laughed at him.

"Your right. You don't," he grinned.

Was it possible for his eyes to sparkle even more. Because I swear to god, they just did.

Oh yes. I was in trouble.

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