I see his brown hairs shining under the winter sun, his back turned towards me, his tall lean structure clad in a khaki woven sweater which ended up to his hip, his hands inside his pockets and his bag on his one shoulder. I wish him to turn and look at me and just like he had heard my thoughts, he turns back and his blue eyes twinkle when they find me. A grin crosses his face and he waves a hand at me. I keep looking at him, more than cherishing the very moment. I smile to myself and wave back at him, he moves his finger, gesturing me to come close to him and I move towards him.
"For how long were you standing there and gawking at me?" He asks me when I come close. He stood there watching me with a mischief look in his eyes.
"I was hoping for you to turn and look at me," I tell the truth.
