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“I see you,” he said. 

I don’t remember exactly where I was, or how he came to sit at my table. I have a vague impression of a coffee shop; one of those open-late dives, with tragic poets and bad musicians lurking in corners. The coffee must have decent though, or I wouldn’t have been there. 

Maybe it was one of those places where everyone shares community tables. Or table hops. Or table crashes. I loved those types of hole-in-the-wall spots because you never knew what characters you would meet.  The more eccentric, the better. 

So as opening lines go, his was not necessarily unusual. Artsy people all say weird stuff to each other. But when I looked up, his words were not what stunned me silent for a moment. 

It was his eyes. The most incredible pair of blue eyes looking into my own. They were the color of the sky and sea and shining sapphires. And they held mine with an intensity that gave me goosebumps.

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