"Let's have a staring contest." He pipes up, glancing toward me. I raise an eyebrow, wondering what this means. "Okay." I say, hesitantly. I look around at the few others gathered around us. My eyes rest on him. Then her. Then on the our siblings nearby. They are engaged in their own conversation. It is just us three. I steal another glance at him, noticing his eyes are still on me. What is he thinking? "Hey, have you ever heard about the time I--" She starts, but her voice is cut off. "Well?" I blink. It is so unlike him to ignore her. I nod silently, signaling I'm ready and trying not to show my surprise. I think she huffs, but the only thing I can focus on are his deep brown eyes that grow wide as they stare back at me. My heart beats fast. Faster than it should. We stare, unblinking, at each other. I feel as if I've entered my own world. I open my mouth to say something, when our eye contact is broken. By a pillow. I put...
Authenticity is attractive.