He was causally walking with his hands in his jean pockets and his brown shoes softly thumping on the concrete, but he seemed to be studying the pavement intensely as if for a test. The breeze was playfully tossing his sunlit, chestnut-brown hair, but he was so focused on unknown things that the breeze finally got frustrated and moved on to a more corporative playmate. After watching him from behind an oak tree for ten minutes, I finally got up the nerve to say hi or anything else that wouldn’t totally embarrass me. I stood up, lightly dusted off my yellow dress, and walked over to him, fidgeting with one of my sun streaked curls. He heard my gentle foot falls and looked up. As he did I gasped, as his ocean-blue eyes had more depth and life to them then any other I’ve seen. Those eyes swirled with many shades of blue, which laughed and smiled as they twisted and turned. But even behind that, there was a light yellow, that was kind and considerate and respectful. As I came back to the present, he was still there, smilingly shyly. “Um, hi, Elisabeth.” He started.