I looked up and his eyes met mine. Sitting comfortably in my usual spot in the coffee shop and reading the paper was my daily ritual before work. I looked up again. Oh, there's no way he didn't see me looking at him this time. His deep set, light blue eyes were hard to ignore. He flashed a grin at me, I quickly went back to reading my paper, while taking a sip of my double espresso. He was just too good to be true. No, I thought. That smile was not for me.
A minute later I felt the presence of someone standing behind me. "Excuse me," I heard a raspy male voice say. I looked up slowly, my eyes tracing the bulge in his tight worn jeans. I also noticed the veins in his rippled arms as my eyes finally met his.
"Yes." I said. "I couldn't help but notice you have lovely legs." he muttered.
I crossed them nervously and managed to squeak out "thank you." I swear, if this man says one more word to me, I will have no choice but to wrap my legs around him without any regrets.