His eyes followed the straight highway crossing the bridge. He turned his gaze up and there she was. Theirs eyes connecting for a second before hers drop back to her novel. He focuses in front of him, trying to hold back the little smile. Fearing she noticed. Hopefully she did.
I’ll be doing another The World’s End (Part 3) soon but I’m feeling really inspired with this little romantic tangent. I’ve been motivated and inspired in general on this writing bit.
What do you think? Hopefully all of you are enjoying these Fifties as much as I am.