Alastair came face to face with the girl who had occupied his mind for the last few days. His eyes were fixed on her greenish-blue hues and he forgot everything at once. He had never seen anything so beautiful and mesmerizing. They were the most gorgeous eyes and he immediately felt himself being sucked into her deep and soulful gaze. The more he looked into those green orbs, the more he felt drawn towards her. He did not even see her face except for her eyes and he was already bewitched.
He was so captivated by those eyes, that he did not even notice the girl's face that had become as pale as a ghost. The next second, her eyes rolled and she collapsed right in his arms. A loud crash reverberated in the room and the jug in the girl's hand had slipped and now it was lying at his feet. The water from it spilled everywhere and splashed onto his trousers drenching it to some extent.
