I don’t even know what Chloe, the girl I poured tea for, just said. But I continue to nod anyway, so she’ll keep talking and I can watch him. So I can see how he runs and tackles the ball, then scores. His teammates gang up on him and he grins. I stop breathing. Something happens when he grins or smiles or laughs. His cheeks crease and one set of dimples appear. If he were an angel, those would be his wings. If he were a prince, that would be his crown. Daniel is simply so…beautiful.
