Grey eyes with just a hint of blue, like where the sea meets the sky and a storm is rolling in. Sandy hair shorn close, her pixie cut matches her impish grin. Mischievous, she leaves you wondering if you should take her hand and run away with her, or turn and run away as fast as your feet can carry you. Smart as a whip, quick wit, her words can cut like a razor when she wants them to.
She is beautiful, but she doesn't believe it.
I'll spend every day trying to convince her.