She watched his eyes move up and down her body. Still unsure if he was really taking the time to look at her. She had never seen a guy just get lost in her body. She walked passed him and gave him a look and looked away. She found her table and sat there reading her book and eating her food. She looked to see if he was still in the room. He wasn’t.
Looked back down at her book and began to read again. She looked up again to she the guy at the table across from hers. He was there with a smile on his face. She put her book down and got up and walked over to his table, “Why do you keep looking at me?”
He looked down and back up at her with a smile on his face. “I’ve just been trying to figure out why you have so many clothes on, covering up that gorgeous body of yours.”
She looked down at herself and looked back at him, “Are you crazy; do you see what I am wearing? I look at hot mess.”
“No, you look good. My eyes don’t lie and I know you have seen my eyes on you and I like what I see.”