In Other Words...

His eyes are the palest shade of brown; you can't not be arrested by them. But he never looked me in the eye. He stared at the pepper pot, he took in the wallpaper. Perhaps he does not realise how efficient his impossibly dun eyes are in captivating his audience. Good for me, for had he known it would have caused too much embarrassment to both of us. Or may be he does know. In that case he is wiser than his years. God I don't deserve such torture.