It was amidst a cacophany of whirling traffic, slushing ice, and a flattening trumpet that she caught sight of his smile again. Wide, open and full of trickery and spice. It was as if his eyes and mouth formed a relationship existing apart from the rest of him.
This smile, this laughing, genuine grin, always took her by surprise. It was reminiscent of those days on the playground when her friends challenged her to jump from her swing as it flew higher and higher from the ground.
She always jumped. Always landed hard, but on her feet.
And it was this sparkling smile, the one that popped and fizzed when it hit her, that seemed to say "Come play with me."
She wanted to tell him how she felt about the smile, what it made her think about. But for the time being, she kept it in, enjoying it in solitude for the time being.
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