Boy

I looked away when he met my gaze. I was staring longer than I should. I was snapped back to my senses by the healthy laughter of the people around me, all charmed by his sense of humor. Even as I distracted myself, trying not to look at him as he told his jokes, his image left an imprint. He was tall and lanky, but with broad shoulders, lean arms, and a flat stomach. He had long, strong legs, a wispy hair like he's just gotten out of bed, dark, fierce eyes, and a playful disposition. He was handsome, and seemed annoyed by the fact.