There at the spot beside the escalator he stood - transfixed. It was the most delicately-featured specimen he had ever seen, and his heart raced and pounded so hard it reverberated through his body. No wait, it wasn’t the first time such a sight greeted his eyes - the same ash-brown boy cut, finished with slender limbs that almost glowed alabaster.
It was along the same aisles months ago that he had the first encounter of a spine-chilling moment, when everything around him seemed to go quiet or perhaps come to a stop. Not that he noticed, though. Picking out fruits with one hand, and holding on to the pram loosely with the other, never once did her head turn towards him. But no - it didn’t seem right for him to even crave an ounce of attention from her, did it?
