An October Hike #6: Talk of Fur and Feather
"Sure am," he says, not skipping a beat. "Animals especially. Any glance of fur or feather and I'm absorbed. That's what got me into the whole trek thing." Cute. Being an animal lover is never a bad trait.
"So what was I looking at just now?" I challenge him. I feel myself wanting to draw out this moment. Without lifting his own binoculars, he looks past me for a second before turning those dark blue eyes at mine.
"Depending on when you mean, I'd say either a goshawk or a very handsome man," he says with a wink.
"Okay, that was smooth," I let out a subtle laugh. "I'd say I agree." For a second we just stand there, staring into each others eyes. Stop. My head yells at me to stop. I can't do this, he wouldn't do this if he knew about me - Talk about something else entirely.
"So what was I looking at just now?" I challenge him. I feel myself wanting to draw out this moment. Without lifting his own binoculars, he looks past me for a second before turning those dark blue eyes at mine.
"Depending on when you mean, I'd say either a goshawk or a very handsome man," he says with a wink.
"Okay, that was smooth," I let out a subtle laugh. "I'd say I agree." For a second we just stand there, staring into each others eyes. Stop. My head yells at me to stop. I can't do this, he wouldn't do this if he knew about me - Talk about something else entirely.
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