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Red shirt with a matching hat pulled down low over his eyes.
Just leaning, holding up the wall while having a smoke.
Watching him watch me.
Still looking out for my girl, but maybe it's time I look out for me.
She's grown, I'm grown, and he is definitely grown.
Small talk floating through the air.
Trying so hard not to be interested, keeping my attitude hard.
Thought I had given up on trying, but this one has sparked my interest.
And then it happens.
A comment thrown my way by this one, not rude, not vulgar, just painfully 
observant.
And I reply back, addressing him as "Pa" and the wall suddenly holds itself up.
My eyes grow wide as does his.
A sign of respect, a hotter spark, a door opening, then going back inside truly 
thinking the nights almost done.
His hand reaches out and touches my arm, soft words shared.
Bad timing but I don't really care.
After watching him for so long I now cannot meet his eyes.
I can't stop smiling, can't stop looking up into those eyes and feeling like I belong 
with this one.
Feel like I belong TO this one.
Don't want to leave his side, leave his sight, leave his touch.
Kisses so gentle and soft on my forehead.
Inhaling deeply taking in his smell.
Time has slowed but sped up all at once.
What to do.
What to feel.
Totally becoming lost in this stranger who doesn't feel like a stranger at all.
I keep biting my lip, holding back the urge to kiss him deeply.
Wanting to respond to him and give into him totally.
Feeling his arm around me, so safe.
Totally losing my mind.
Never have done this, never have thought this, but I called him Pa and it came so 
easily.
I want this one.
I want to know all his secrets as I share mine with him.
I want to be his anyway anytime anyplace.
We really have to be going but I'm dreading leaving his side.
My mind pleading for time to stop.
More tender kisses, sharing quick looks, smiles.
I find myself giving him my number with no hesitation.
We clicked we flowed we belong.
Impatience from my girls pokes at the air surrounding us pulling at us.
I lean in and kiss his cool smooth cheek.
One last look over my shoulder as I leave.
Trying to burn that smile those eyes those lips that I long to kiss into my memory,
Just in case.
One last reminder "Call me Pa" and in my heart I'm his.
Whether it's love at first sight, spontaneous and all consuming or just lust.
I so want this one I called Pa.
Time to leave with hopes he wants me too.
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