He found his nut brown eyes drawn back to the girl as the smoke she blew past her crimson lips wafted about her head like a bride's veil plucked at by an errant breeze. Unconsciously his head went to the side as he tried to puzzle out what she was thinking about by the way she set her features as she let her eyes wander this way and that, tracking various people as they moved past her. "Fuck it," he muttered to no one in particular as he ran a long fingered hand through his close cropped black hair, having lost some internal battle of will and gave into his impulses. He shifted his messenger bag to the front of his body without getting up from the bench he sat on and drew from it a large, black bound sketchpad and a pair of art pencils as a wry little smirk played over his sharp lips. His strong features became smoother as he relaxed his gaze and took in the full scene; tall, sturdy brick wall tagged by local gangers and artists, people ordinary and busy, rushing self importantly  past the girl in sheathed in leather, mystery and smoke they never bothered to notice. Not like he had, to his great delight.<br/><br/>As he opened the scratchpad and began running the pencil's tip over the blank page he remembered the flicker-flash of flame that gouted out of the lighter she'd bowed her head into to light her fag...<span style="font-style: italic">cigarette... Or smoke...that's what they're called these days...</span>he reminded himself as he chuckled at his mental faux pas as he blinked as he felt he saw something precious and rare sparkling in the depths of her beautiful blue eyes. He brought a foot up into the bench so he could mean the pad against his leg as he continued his sketch focusing on the way the wind played with her hair and making sure to emphasize the pride in her bearing and the strength with which she faced whatever the world brought to her. With the pad of his thumb he soften some of the lines around her eyes and her mouth until he was happy with the hint of vulnerability it lent to the portrait of the stranger he'd created.<br/><br/>He placed the pad down on the bench, drawing up, and stretched his arms high above his head. He sighed happily and rolled his head around his neck slowly working out a few kinks from it as the light played over his long, lean body and caramel colored skin. Eyes closed, he looked up into infinity as he burned the image of her into his mind as he felt a new desire, fervid and undeniable, growing inside him.