(the ballance)

You couldn´t miss her. She carried herself with a confidence that morning, walking like gazelle. Slim hips in clothes from some luxury boutique, perfect legs. Sexy blonde at seven am. She had to walk straight out of the hairdresser. It seemed like she didn´t go to work, but on a meeting with the president. She walked completely naturally at the high heels and still managed to swing her hips so it acted like a magnet.

I straightened up intuitively. I arched my back, stretch the neck and lifted the chin.

Her grace just overwhelmed me. She was taking her time. She enjoyed the number-one position.

She was sexy and she knew it.

As we passed, I don´t know why, but she winked at me with her blue eyes.

I could feel the smell of a lavender. Her black lashes blinked several times again. Our eyes met.

That moment reminded me something. My brain went through a special impulse.

I new that blink.

The movement of the eyelids, I couldn´t stop think about that and didn´t know what was that.

And then I got it.

Twinkle.

Blue eyes, long black eyelashes.

The eyelid moved up and down.

Up and down.

We looked at each other once again.

Up and down. 

Up and down.