BARRET
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I watched Blyna through the balcony of my bedroom window. She was eagarly focused mending through the laundry that was placed in a basket in front of her. The evening wind blew through her thick mass and she tucked her strands behind her ears to stop them from going haywire. From where I stood, I could get an angle on anyone.
My room was located in an open space and had great views of the park and it's surroundings. I smiled when I saw her twitch her nose. Her full lips came together in an angry pout as she sorted through the laundry. Just then, I saw her tie up her hair with a piece of material to put it in place. I followed her every movement. I was scared that if I blinked too hard then I might miss something. I have never taken notice of any woman in this manner, ever in my
