Wait for the right time

There he was in his black white adorned glory. Sharp nose, cheiseld jaw, thick eyebrows, black hairs that done professionally and those obsidian eyes which were new to her. Those beautiful pink natural lips were the same as before.

But his mouth was set in a grim line. No trace of smirk or sly smile or anything that he held always. Not even malice. He was just standing in front of her tucking his hands on the pant pockets.

He looked like luxurious band's runway model. But he had the ice cold eerie vibes around him. He looked more pale than before. His skin looked beautiful pure white in texture. Just like the white cherry blossoms in spring but the blood ran in his veins seemed to make him little flushed.

"Are you done checking me out?" he voice clicked as she came out of her wonderland. He seemed to be in sour mood.