pyrewood – theme 5 – (the way you walk)
Ice swirls, a messy explosion whittling on in her empty glass.
Rinoa has always been fond of smoothies, with freshly cut strawberries on the side; can't help but slurp noisily on water that is hardly there.
And the door opens, and that point exactly – where the bell chimes, the footsteps echo heavily on her heart – is where it all starts.
Because Rinoa likes the way he moves, the way his hair is like some sort of burnished halo, the way he gleams from the sunlight, revelling in his own confidence.
Maybe it's this reason alone is why she looks away coyly, before her eyes flick back to him when she knows he isn't looking: he's attractive, and she doesn't even know his name.
But this person, stranger, is wonderful. Simply because he is in a room and everyone can feel his presence.
When he walks, she's sure she's not the only person who's eyes rake over him.
And he stands out, because it's like—
Like he can take on the world.
