So I was walking downtown on a lovely spring day when a cute sister with shoulder-length red locks caught my eye. Her eyes snagged with mine for a moment before I looked away.
I could almost see the thought bubble over her head:
When I looked back she again met my gaze, and her expression read:
Is she checking me out?
The third time I looked her way:
She is checking me out!
She gave me a slow, sweet smile.
I smiled back.
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