He had been staring at her for the past hour.
Her eyes were the most beautiful hazel, warm and inviting with specs of green. He had no idea what she was speaking about, but he had a feeling that the attitude she carried herself with was unfleeting.
She was not one to be messed with.
Her friend leaned close and whispered something in her ear. She blatantly turned around and those beautiful eyes were now rested on him.
She lifted one side of her mouth in a devilish smirk and got up from her table.
He could tell he was out of his league just by the way she walked.
"Hey." She said, and then her tongue darted out to brush over her bottom lip.
He knew he needed to say something, but he was completely entranced.
She smirked and sat down, pleased with his speechlessness.
Right then and there he knew, she was dangerous.
And he was genetically programmed to handle danger.