Imagine this, You're sitting in a restaurant with some friends celebrating one of your friend's birthday. You're all having fun, laughing and talking and bringing up old memories all about the birthday person and your group of friends. In-between the story about a skiing trip you all took one time and the story about a failed youtube idea, you look around the place, just glancing around, not really having an idea what you're looking for. Maybe the front door just opened and you were looking at who came in or maybe one of the waitress's dropped a plate and you're looking to see if she needs help. Whatever the reason, you find yourself looking around the restaurant and your eyes come across another group of people laughing and talking with each other. You notice the one sitting closer to the middle wearing the green sweater and their dark brown hair. They look up and all of a sudden, you're both looking at each other and you don't want to look away.
You quickly look away after a few seconds because you realize this is weird and so you join back in on the conversation at hand, trying to not think about the fact that you probably just looked like a creep. Now everybody is talking about the time that you all went on the spring break trip in your junior year of college a few years ago and all the fun you had there. But something keeps nagging at you to turn around and look again. So you do, and a few seconds after, they look over at you also and you have a feeling that you want to find out what exactly their eye color is because you're dying to know whether it's a brilliant blue or a deep brown but you can't just walk over there because that's weird, they'll think you're a psycho.
Thirty minutes go by and you've already peeked over at them twice, all the while wondering what their name could be and what their voice may sound like. You're beginning to feel like you should check yourself into a facility until one of your friends notices that you're not really into the conversation anymore. They give you a look and you nod your head over at the other group of people and it makes total sense to your friend why you've been kind of quiet. They grin at you and say to just go over there. But it can't be that simple, can it? To just walk over and say, "Hi, I noticed you sitting over here and I've been trying to figure out what your eye color may be and what your voice sounds like." I mean, come one, that sounds really weird and if it happened to yourself, you'd probably be backing away from them and trying not to call the cops.
But after another thirty minutes, you finally pluck up the courage (after some pep talks from your friends that you're fairly certain everybody in the restaurant heard), you slowly get to your feet and turn around. You walk to the group's table all the while repeating the words inside your head over and over, trying to see if they sound right and making sure you won't come off as a weirdo to them. You get to the table and the conversation slowly dies as everyone there looks up at you to see what you want. You look at the person, opening your mouth to say what you've been practicing and they look into your eyes and you can finally see that they are the brilliant blue color you had imagined they would be and all of a sudden, it's that much easier to talk.
