You should have seen his face.
I swear it wasn’t the kind that you forget easily. It’s the kind that makes you remember a whole lot more after a couple of drinks in your system. It’s the kind that you want to wake up to in the morning a couple of years from now and kiss on the nose. And you could kiss his nose cause its the cutest nose that would undoubtedly be the first thing that turns rosy red at the first touch of winter.
You should have seen his eyes
They were the lightest shade of brown I had ever seen. It was such a light shade that I could see his outstretched hands as he held up his phone to capture the moment that I would now be writing about.
That I would now be thinking about.