They were green, but they weren’t. It was like someone had painted green in the back, but around the edge of the irises they were blue. Around the whole area were little specks of brownish-orange. They were the most fascinating pair of eyes I had ever seen in my life.
“Can I help you?”
At first, I thought it was a trick of the light or maybe some funky contacts, but as I looked closer, they were definitely real. Green, blue, orange and brown – and if I leaned back a bit and looked at an angle, they almost appeared to be red.
“Excuse me?”
“What?” I blinked and realized that not only had I been staring at her with my mouth partially open, but that she had been talking to me, too. The problem was, once I realized I was doing it, I couldn’t seem to stop.
“Is there a problem?” she asked, her tone officially annoyed now.
“No,” I finally managed to sputter. “No…noth-nothing!”
The beautiful eyes narrowed at me, and their owner picked up a cocktail of some sort off the counter and pushed away from the bar. I stared, dumbfounded, as she maneuvered through the tall tables, bar stools, and patrons.
I felt the smack of knuckles against my shoulder and managed to stop watching her briefly to look over at Richard.
“Is he actually speechless?” Danielle asked. “If he is, I think that is officially a first.”
I ignored them and looked back in the direction the girl had gone. I couldn’t see her and honestly didn’t even know what she was wearing or what color her hair was. I didn’t really think about it or anything – I just took off through the crowd with Richard and Danielle calling my name behind me.
A slender girl with long dark hair was leaning against a tall, round table. I was pretty sure it was her until I tapped her on the shoulder and was met with plain, dull brown eyes.
Damnit.
Maybe she was a redhead.
I looked around, feeling just a little bit frantic. I couldn’t explain it or understand it – I just knew I needed to find her and look into those eyes again. The next three chicks I saw weren’t her either, and I started to wonder if she had left.
I ran up the stairs and out to the street. Looking left and right, I saw a blonde with straight, thick hair standing off to the side, smoking and talking to an African American chick with tight jeans and a ton of braids. I went up to her immediately, and my heart stopped in my chest.
The moonlight – or maybe it was the streetlight – glistened off her eyes and made them sparkle in a multi-colored array of pure exquisiteness.
“What the fuck is your problem?” the blonde snapped.
Shit.
“Hey there,” I said with a smile.
“Fuck off.”
“Is this the dude?” the other woman asked as she tossed her braids over her shoulder.
“He was just staring at me,” the blonde muttered.
She said something else, but as she spoke, she turned towards the streetlamp again, and the light caught her eyes. It was like being stoned, only instead of having everything around me dulled, it was in super-sharp focus and definitely in hi-definition color.
“See, Bethany?” said the rainb
ow-eyed girl. “He did the same thing inside!”
I knew I needed to focus on getting some kind of coherent sentence out, but I just couldn’t seem to come up with a single word. Her blathering friend wasn’t helping either, and she pelted me with questions.
“What do you want, loser?” Bethany asked.
I just wanted to look at her eyes some more, really, but I didn’t think I could say that.
“The bouncer is right over there, and don’t think I won’t call him over here!”