Read me like a book

It’s the way she looks at me, as if she’s really listening, as if she cares about what I’ve got to say, her green eyes staring into mine as she folds a strand of hair behind her ear. It’s as if she can see right inside my head. I can’t remember anyone else ever looking at me like that. “Do you want to talk about it, Ash?” Yes, yes, I want to sit and talk with you all day.

Te mira con tanta intensidad que una siente que puede ver hasta en los más recónditos escondites que no le importan a nadie.