I was watching a couple in line yesterday at Starbucks and was curious about the intensity of the young woman’s gaze. She watched her lover, clearly the man of her dreams, without blinking, and whether he was looking her in the eye or not, she stared at him. There was a softness to her expression, not outwardly menacing, but so unyielding, it kind of scared me. (Lol).
No, she wasn’t a serial killer (thank you Chelsea Cain, whom I’m currently reading – and loving – for thinking serial killer every five minutes:), and the young man (they were mid-twenties, I would guess) wasn’t uncomfortable. He ordered his expresso, chatted with her casually, seemingly unperturbed, or not noticing (or accustomed to) her relentless stare.
So what’s the point? Now, I’ll have to write a story about this couple – and make it a tale of Romance on the Edge…(remember Tales from the Dark? The comics? Okay, too long ago:)…
And yes, I was being a bit voyeuristic. But hey, I’m a writer who lives in the country (finished the move officially!).
What are you doing this happy Monday morning? Reading? Writing? Or if you are in the greater DC area (Reston, VA!), staring a the rain falling into the lake?