I walked into the bookstore, and there she was. In the Cinema Section. A face so pretty, your heart ached. Those eyes, a question and a smirk hidden in them, the eyebrows, betraying a hint of surprise. Strands of hair on the forehead escaping the neat little bun on the top of the head. A tiara that didn't quite belong there. Pearl necklaces making the black dress look even darker. A cigarette in one of her hands and her chin on the other. Lips that seem not to smile at what you are saying but at something that is right behind you.
I was transfixed. Just stood there looking at her.

See her here