Splendor

Every time when I saw him, his sinuous, silver locks and his piercing, amber eyes instantly entranced me. Evidently, there has always been a look of surprise on my face when he looked at me and scowled. He'd always hated when I ogled him without an apparent reason in the world cluttering my mind.

"Oi! What are you lookin' at, wench?"

"Nothing," I squeak.

He curtly 'humph's and trudges on while I shake and rattle my way down the beaten path on my bike. And in his full doggish splendor I still look.

"Hurry up, Kagome! We ain't waitin' all day for ya!"

I smile dimly, hoping he couldn't see, "Coming!"