Him and her

It was how the sun struck her olive skin or a bending of light that drew his two eyes to hers. In an instant, the sudden raw stare of some stranger. Then again, they were not strangers at all but something very similar. More importantly, strangers do not stare they glance or glare. Their eyes locked in something soft as a glance, but not one. No, this felt exposed to greater observation. An earnest curiosity and some hope there. She thinks everyone is looking at her now. In fact, she is looking at herself and maybe drawing attention. One brown and one green. A gust of leafy wind parts their gaze. She should go home, she thought. She thinks she must go home. He watches while fast steps scuttle across a coarse paved street, up the drive and beyond the gate.