He turned his body to face me and leaned into this sink as he extended a hand, his eyes even more beautiful when they were looking into mine without barriers. It was breathtaking, even in the damn mirror. It was the perfect timing when three of God’s creations collided: the sun, trees, and water. It wasn’t the deep blue shade of the ocean past the reflection of the tree line, or the white when the foam gathered in the sand, but the sweet spot in the middle. It was the color of the reflection of palm trees across a shoreline when the sun was at its highest point in the day. A color so distinguishable, but indescribable at the same time. It was in that moment I noticed his green eyes. When he turned back around, he approached the sink beside mine. He switched the water on in the stall next to mine and hung his clothes and towel. He drew nearer before he appeared in the mirror’s reflection behind me, and leaned over to grab a towel off the shelf, careful to keep a distance, but also lingering longer than he should. Once it dawned on me how long we’re standing there for, I faced the mirror again and flipped on the faucet to brush my teeth. I returned a smile, but it was only because his was contagious-nothing more. Then, a sleepy smile greeted me before his voice did. His face held no expression as he stared at me from about five feet away. After he dropped his hand from his face and he noticed me, he stopped walking.
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