I was sitting in a pub, listening to the drone of voices when it began to rain outside. The sky was darkening and it was like someone was slowly dimming out the sun; that's when people outside began to rush in to avoid the rain. Smiling I turned around to watch the people sheepishly and angrily run inside and brush the rain drops off their clothes. And that is when I saw her; she was using a magazine as a makeshift umbrella, she was wearing tight, light blue pants with calf high brown suede boots and a loose fitting and flowing white shirt, all of which looked amazing on her small frame but at the same time all of which was overshadowed by her amazing beauty. When I saw her smiling face and porcelain skin made red from blushing, it was all I could do to keep from dropping my drink. I constantly kept reminding myself to quit staring and to close my mouth; she was stunning. Her hair was the color of melted chocolate, shimmering and almost incandescent it lay against her perfect shoulders.
I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to quit guessing her name and actually ask her myself; all I could do is steal glances and wonder at her beauty. She had friendly eyes and never once gave a hint of possessing an ego beyond her control. I wondered if this is what it would feel like to see another human after being stranded alone without human contact for decades; I was transfixed. She was naturally beautiful and from where I was sitting I couldn't find a hint of makeup on her softly smiling face. She was extremely beautiful but in the simplest way. If she was in a crowd she could easily blend in but to me she stood out like the Moon among the stars.
Before I could hide my star-struck appearance and gather the courage to talk to her it had stopped raining; she gathered her soaking magazine, finished her drink and walked out. Should I have ran after her? Should I have acted sooner and risked looking like a failure if she wouldn't share a drink with me? I have never been the type of guy that uses lines to pick up women nor will I ever be but one line would have been handy then. I wasn't born with a silver tongue or charm but all I had to do is say "hello", it would have been that simple. But on the same hand, what if she turned out to be the opposite of the ethereal girl I had seen and imagined? Now I am left with the memory of her and a million unanswered and unanswerable questions. But I am also left with the memory of seeing true beauty, unspoiled perfection and a smile that sets me on fire.
