"Do you have a light" she asked.
I looked up to see the most beautiful girl to cross by. Her sandy brown eyes reminded me of quicksand the way the pulled you, helpless and only be pulled further in the more you struggled. They froze me on the spot, and I almost forgot to speak.
"Yeah, sure", I said regaining consciousnesses and lighting her cigarette.
She took a drag and blew the smoke out how a kid would if he was playing with candy cigarettes and then looked at me as if to say "this is the part where you make conversation".
So I said, "You know, I came here to meet you today", She looked shocked.
"To meet me", she asked? "Do we know each other"?
"No, not yet, and not you per say, but I knew I was going to meet someone special, I could feel it on my way out here, the sunshine, the blue sky, it just felt all too right you know, like this was going to be a special day"?
She took another drag from her cigarette and pondered for a moment.
"Wow, that's a lot of pressure on a girl, to be your perfect girl on your perfect day".
"Perfect isn't being flawless, it's recognizing the beauty in the flaws". Yeah, I was laying it on thick now.
"How many girls have you wooed with such poetry I wonder", she asked, hip to my game?
I smiled and replied, "I wonder, how many men have you held hostage with the beauty that's in your eyes".