Smile of an Angel

I smiled, he smiled back. 

My heart skipped a beat.

They say a genuine smile is seen in the eyes.

His eyes were shining. What did the extra shine mean?

I shut these random thoughts in my head.

Oh those pearly whites and baby pink lips, contrasting his extra-fair smooth complexion! And his hair was that of a model in a shampoo ad - silky and shiny.

He continued smiling at me. I blushed. Did I have the look? (the one that my friends call as the-monkey-ogling-at-the-banana look). By the time I could figure this out, he was right in front of me. 

He smelled heavenly. I lost track of time. I was floating with the clouds, basking in his warm handsomeness. Suddenly, I saw a hand close to my eyes. I stumbled back.

"Hey! Sorry to startle you", my angel said. "You seemed to be lost in thought."

I made some noise that even I couldn't figure out. He was saying something. I hadn't heard a single word. Was he asking me on a date? Did he give me a compliment? Had he asked me to marry him? I just didn't know.

Gathering my courage, I asked, "Sorry. I have a headache. I didn't quite understand what you were saying."

He flashed his angelic smile once more and said, "You look just like my sister."