He grabbed my arm, I could tell he was hestitating, unsure of himself, maybe. I turned to him and he seemed to be struggling with what he was about to say. “What is it?” I asked expectantly, his face was unreadable.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but…” He trailed off, his soft voice already in whisper stopped altogether. He looked away as if the words wer written somewhere else and if he searched hard enougb he could find them. I leaned on my tip-totoes, even thought I was 5ft, 10inches, he towered over me, kissed his cheek lightly and stared into his liquid eyes. He looked down and smiled crookedly.

“It’s ok you don’t need to say anything, now.” My voice was soft and calm. He let go of my arm and I easily sat down into my crossfire. His crooked smile faded slowly, his liquid eyes turning hard. “I should be able to say something though.” He seemed to still be stuggling and I hated it. “It’ll come to you, don’t worry, just be patient. My blue eyes were calm and I made sure they stayed that way.