At First Sight

“Which one should I get?”

She asked inquisitively, first without looking up, as she buried herself into the back of the chair before leaning to a side. Her usually oceanic eyes nestled under her furrowed brows as she contemplated between the pancakes and the burger.

“I don’t know, but the pancakes look good,”

I replied, and I saw her smile for the first time as she closed the menu, how her cheeks seemed to blossom and her cerulean eyes gleam. As she leaned forward I saw a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, and felt a million more fluttering inside my stomach.

“Yeah, was thinking the same thing.”

I smiled back.

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