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So I shouldn’t be thinking about leaving the children that she explicitly told me to keep company.
The girls and I are sitting in the garden across from our mothers and having a tea party like them with my extravagant tea set.
The boys are playing football far enough away that they won’t interfere with our peaceful time.
It’s a rare sunny day in London, although the clouds sometimes decide to play peek-a-boo with the sun.
I pour more tea for one of the girls, but my attention is unfocused. Or more like, it’s stolen by something I shouldn’t be giving weight to.
The boys.
One of them, to be more specific.
His face has turned red from all the running after the ball, and his lips are parted with each pant.
He has weird hair that’s neither dark nor light, as if it couldn’t make up its mind on which color to be, so it settled on a mixture of both. Like the color of the earth under the sun and the tone of premium wood.
But his eyes are what I noticed first. They’re blue and light, but not as muted as Mum’s. They’re glinting in the sun as if they’re reflecting its warmth. As if they’re mimicking the sky and trapping the stars.
Yes, stars are visible during the day, but only through his shiny eyes. Not only can they be seen there, but they also have that magical pull.
Like Disney films and the wildest fairy tales.
His name is Daniel.
It’s a normal name on everyone else but him.
We’ve been studying in the same class ever since I changed schools after Mum married Uncle Henry.
Everyone in school loves me. The teachers, because I’m a good girl and smart. The kids, because I’m popular.
Not Daniel, though.
He’s never spoken to me. Never even looked my way.
As if I were invisible.
His mother recently became friends with Mum and this is the first time she’s invited her to our house.
I’ve been over the moon ever since I learned that he’d be coming over with his mum. I didn’t know why at first, until I learned what “unhealthy obsession” meant last night.
I think I have one for him.
Which should be stupid, considering he doesn’t even know I exist, but I always find myself watching him.
Like now.
I don’t even know what Chloe, the girl I poured tea for, just said. But I continue to nod anyway, so she’ll keep talking and I can watch him.
So I can see how he runs and tackles the ball, then scores. His teammates gang up on him and he grins.
I stop breathing.
Something happens when he grins or smiles or laughs.
His cheeks crease and one set of dimples appear. If he were an angel, those would be his wings. If he were a prince, that would be his crown.
Daniel is simply so…beautiful.
