Only one person stood out. Though drowned in the flow of the people, she stood out. She had long, almost uncontrollable hair, seemingly forced to look tame. Her face, cute, small, perfect. Her bright eyes swimming above the freckles on her cheeks. She was so deliberate.
On this day, the boy couldn’t help but stare. He stared at possibilities, at impossibility. She seemed unreal, too perfect in an imperfect world. Her natural beauty, unnatural.