She glances sideways at him through long lashes and bright green eyes.

"Huh? Sorry, I was thinking." Smoke floats out the window like fine thread as she sits by the bed staring outside, puffing on a dime store cigeratte.

"Why?" He repeats.

"Why what?"

"Why me? Why did you choose me?"

She can't help but smirk. "You say it as if it's a privilege." She leaves him no time to respond. "Your eyes. It was your eyes."

This time she looks at him deliberately, taking him in. Light chocolate skin, hair stripped back tightly into corn rows, well muscled and lean he lies on the bed as if it's his kingdom. And his eyes, god his eyes. The color of dust in the wind, or maybe brown powdered sugar. It's hard to decide. She turns back to the window. Birds chatter on the roof of the apartment over, children scream from the street below, women and men argue back and forth, Spanish music booms out of broken apartment windows. Combined it is the special symphony of the city.

"Not many have eyes like you." More wisps of smoke curve and curl out and into the blue sky.

"I'm not used to people like you." He says it slowly, hesitating.

A thin smile comes to her lips. She knows what he's used to. Huge-hipped latino women who already know more of the cruelities of the world then they'll ever admit. Heavy set, curvy black women who dance all night and have attitudes the size of the moon.

"Not many are." Another green eyed glance, this time amused and playful. She flicks the last of the cigeratte out the window and stands, pulling on tattered jeans.

"What happens now?" He stares at the ceiling as if lost.

She laughs. "You know what happens. Don't tell me you haven't done this a million times before."

He continues to stare up at the celing, watching the fan spin.

"What happened yesterday," she drawls slowly, "is I bumped into a handsome young man with eyes the color of dust in a Californian wind. And those eyes captivated me, intrigued me. And something about me must have also captivated him, because he followed my lead. He followed me even though I'm from a different world. Even though I'm pratically alien." She gazes at him with kindly, then looks away.
"But today, today what happens is I go my way and you go your's. And I leave here knowing I will never forget the day I made love to a man simply because his eyes were so beautiful. And neither will you."

She finishes gathering her things and kisses him on the head. Without another word she is gone.

His face slowly spreads into a smile.