The first thing Zeina would notice about him would be his shoulders and toned back. He wasn't tall or short, neither built nor skinny, but just perfect. She picked up her pace, and began moving closer to him before eventually passing him and striding in front of him. Complete focus was dedicated to her walk, she put in just enough sway to make it look sexy for his benefit, and held her head just high enough to give herself an air of theqa. She prayed she wasn't over-doing it. When she got to her car a wave of excitement washed over her; she now could turn around to get into her car and stare directly into his face.
He wore a grey Polo sweater over blue jeans and expensive looking loafers; his hair was slightly longer than the average Kuwaiti guy and pushed backwards away from his face. He had perfect features with full lips, a decent nose, and full cheeks. But all this wasn't what made Zeina freeze with shock...what she saw forced her to stare into his face just a little too long and transformed her elegant strides into awkward fumbling as she attempted to get into the car.
His big black eyes. Black eyes that reminded her nothing of the beautiful deer eyes she read so much about in Arabic poetry; black eyes that didn't sparkle in the sunlight like she had read in so many romance novels, but rather thick petroleum-like pools that looked like they could ignite Zeina's entire body with just one glance. Black eyes from which a scowling gaze sent shots of posion similar only to a thousands scorpion stings a second.
Zeina took a deep breath trying to convince herself that she didn't look long enough and must have exaggerated whatever she did see. But the feeling wouldnt shake off and as she pulled her black Range Rover out of her parking spot she glanced around frantically trying to get another glimpse of him. Surveying each parked car to see whether its lights were on, Zeina tried to make out which one he had gotten into but as she finally reached the exit she assumed he must have parked in another section and began her drive home.
Throughout the entire drive home Zeina lost herself between the light music playing from her ipod and the light patter sounds of the raindrops on her front window shield; deep in thought she fantasized about different situations in which her ex would appear in front of her and she would look stunning reducing him to stutters and wide-eyed amazement but alas she knew that if such a situation were to arise she would be the one, sadly, who would do all the stuttering.
Being so lost in thought, Zeina paid no attention to any of her side mirrors as she swerved into the entrance of Al Nezha, where she had lived her entire life; her eyes shot open and she tugged roughly at the steering wheel to avoid crashing into the white Bentley that had appeared out of nowhere. Embarrassed Zeina glanced out of her window as she passed the drivers side of the Bentley with the intention of raising an apologetic hand, instead she took one look inside and provided the driver with an extreme jaw drop and a sudden attack on the brake pedal.
There he sat staring, with no intention of a smile, back at Zeina; flushing with embarressment she continued driving and took the first turn right, even though her street was a few turns further.