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Eye Contact - Anamaria
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I see you across the crowded room, but you don't see me. Where I am exactly, and how I got here, I don't recall, but you are there. I can guess why. You're looking for someone, perhaps no one in particular, but I'm not the one to know. I can't tear my eyes from you, I can't stop thinking one of us shouldn't be here. I get the feeling it's me. Music begins to play, and the talk changes to laughter as people begin to dance. And I can still see you, flashes of you wandering around as the dancers twirl. In and out of them you move, without going anywhere at all. They're moving around of you, an illusion. An illusion of loveliness, yes, that's you, if a man may be lovely.
Your eyes catch mine, and hold, the dancers not stopping the train of your mind on me. I look away quickly. I don't want your attentions. I don't even know you. I pretend to look for someone else, but there is no one I know here. I am the stranger here. I look back towards you. You haven't moved, your eyes still towards me. You smile from across the room. An enchanting smile, one I know other women would dream of having you give them. Again, I look away, but not soon enough. As I turn my head, I see you start to move. You're coming my way. I don't want your attentions. I don't need them. Stay away…I don't know you, stay away…you're here.
"Evenin' love. I couldn't help but notice ye all by yerself here. A lady shouldn't have to spend a night like this alone," you smile coyly. I avoid your sight.
"A night like any other," I curtly reply. I want to smack myself. I don't want to be cold to you. Not when you're the most humane a person has yet been to me.
"Depends on how you look at it, love. It's certainly become a different one ta me now. The night brings out your colors." You take my hand and bring it up to your lips for a moment. I am grateful for the dark. "Th'name's Jack, Miss, Captain Jack Sparrow."
I am silent. I wonder what you want from me. You straighten yourself, releasing my hand, and look down at me, the question in your eyes. Who am I? I don't really know that myself. I'm only new here, the stranger in a town where everyone knows one another. I have no place. I'm just a person with a name. If that will satisfy you, I will give it.
"Anamaria, Mr. Sparrow. Just Anamaria."
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Whee! My first PotC one shot short!! *happy* I first planned this to be an original character who woke up from a dream, but I like it being how Ana and Jack meet better =P Reviews are greatly appreciated!
