The Match

ONE-SHOT. Somehow he was different this year. I can’t put my finger on it, but something has definitely changed. Without realizing it I stared at him, his disheveled hair falling gracefully into his large hazel eyes. My forehead began to hurt from the pressure exerted by my furrowed brow, and I was suddenly aware of my intent gazing at the boy- man? -before me. Unfortunately I had been caught.