Imagine(cont): You run into that same blond haired boy at least three more times that day. You don't say a word, but you can feel his eyes on you. You wonder what color they are. The next day, you run into him as you get your coffee and exchange a smile. What a nice smile. The day after that, you bump into him, literally, once again at the boardwalk. You say hello. His eyes are green. For days, this pattern goes on. Until, suddenly, you decide: Enough is enough. TBC...