There wasn’t a reason for her to look at him – he hadn’t moved or made any noise. She did look, though, and was momentarily stricken with his eyelashes. Not something one usually notices on strangers, really.
He had his eyes closed, listening to some generic rap song turned up way too loud on his headphones. No doubt he’d normally be instantly judged as a troublemaker or a gang member, but in that instant all she could see was how young he was. Those thick eyelashes resting on cheeks still plump with baby fat…just a kid, trying to act like something resembling an adult. She automatically thought of all the times she’d cooed over adorable babies in that same state, and he was irrevocably imbued with that sweet innocence.
He got up and walked away a moment later, complete with the typical swagger of an arrogant young man…but the innocence on his face stuck with her until he disappeared from sight.
Tags: introspection, observation, ramblings
