Sunday, October 24, 2010
Levi is different.
I knew this the very first time I saw him in September. He was sitting at a window table, his stuff spread out all over the place, kicked back in his chair, lounging in the sun and eating a cookie. He caught my eye at first, because he was wearing a bright red North Face jacket, then as my eyes wandered, I decided I really liked the scuffed Adidas kicks, rumpled jeans (that he filled out nicely), frayed belt, broad shoulders and curly blonde hair.
Then his eyes caught me...literally caught me.
Deepest blue I have seen, ever.
Watching me...watching him.
Bold little fucker.
Not really sure how long we stared, but he kept eating his cookie and I stood there with my coffee, like an idiot. I finally remembered to smile but found that my face was already stretched into a huge grin. Suddenly I bolted for my usual table, which happened to be near his, and settled in to read and listen to some music.
He leaned over, scratched his nose and said, "Hi, I'm Levi. What's your name?"