Perky, Cheesy and Damn Irresistible

see: perceive with the eyes
antonym: no notice

Sam brought herself out of her shower and lowed herself towards her full length mirror. She brought out her cosmetics and did her magic. Her first notice was her complexion; it looked different in a certain way. She couldn’t quite put her nose on it.

“Getting dolled up?” her grandmother laughed near her door. Sam couldn’t help but just nod in return. She brought one of the brushes to her cheeks as she looked at her grandmother ever so often.

“With who?” her grandmother giggled with in herself. Sam shook her head as she stepped into her dim room.

“His name is Harry,” Sam smiled and added softly, “the one you saw at the parade.” She stood up and reached for her clothes. She felt her damp hair trickle on to her open toes as she moved swiftly back to her cosmetics.

“I knew it!” her grandmother rejoiced and did a fist pump. All she did was smile; she was surprisingly in the mood for this.

“You look different if I may say,” her grandmother smiled as she sat on the edge of her bedside. She crossed her legs and shifted her weight.

“Really?” Sam raised an eyebrow as turned towards her voice.

“They all say this when you’re in love,” her grandmother started. Sam became to cringle at the thought and listened back. “First of all, your skin tone is a lot paler than usual,” she laughed and smirked at Sam, “Second, you seem to smile at everything. Lastly, you don’t talk in your sleep anymore.”

“I talk in my sleep?” Sam asked curiously.

“Yes,” she nodded, “You mostly talked about your parents in your sleep.” Sam nodded and went back to her make up. She thought about it, and never really realize that she talked in her sleep. She wondered if she mentioned anything about Harry.

“These are very thin walls, so I hear everything,” her grandmother laughed one last time before see stepped out.

“Wait,” her grandmother peeked back in and questioned, “Where are you meeting him?” Before she could answer, her grandmother spoke up again, “Or is he picking you up here?” A smile crept upon her glee face.

Sam chuckled and placed a steer shade of blush on her cheekbones. “I am meeting him at this pasta place. He offered and said it was good.”

“Pasta My Bowl?” her grandmother pleaded with joy and smiled. Sam shrugged her shoulders. She couldn’t help but laugh. She faced her reflection and eyed her skin tone herself.

Was I really in love? Sam thought to herself. That was the bonus question of the week.

In a flash, there was an unbearable pain in her left eye. She couldn’t believed that she poked her own eye with her mascara wand.

I have yet to master the art of make up, sam thought to herself as she walked down to get some ice in her damp towel.

As she walked back up, she heard a low chuckle escape from another room. Sam licked her lips, “Shut it grandma,” she couldn’t help but smirk as well.

It was almost noon when she walked out the house. She heard the birds happily in the trees above her, she admired the flamboyant flowers out in the yards, and the sunlight that shinned against her rhythmic hair.

Her heels clacked against the pavement as she spotted old Harold. His back was straight as he stood there. He cleaned up pretty good.

“You look nice Sam,” Harry said as he spotted her. She couldn’t help but turn away. The way he smiled made her gutter with all those lovey dovey effects.

“You look glowing yourself Styles,” she blushed as he guided her. She looked side to side. She felt uneasy with her injured eye, and she hoped that he wouldn’t notice it.

“Are you okay?” Harry looked down at her, “Your eye,” he pointed it out.

Well, isn’t this just unfortunate, Sam thought.

“Not exactly,” Sam sighed and pursed her lips, “I might’ve stabbed my eye while I was applying my make up on.”

She felt embarrassed spilling out the news like that. Sam looked up at him, and a wave anxiety washed over her.

Harry smiled and cupped her face. “I hope your eye's alright,” he said as he looked deeply in it. “You don’t have to be nervous around me. I promise I won’t bite you,” he smiled slightly and came closer. She nodded and felt starstrucked. The way his eyes danced around hers made her hypnotized.

Harry and Sam both stopped in front of Romano’s Macaroni Grill. Harry smiled at her, “Is this alright?”

Sam nodded and smiled as they waited inside for their table.

As they were ushered by an attendant, the attendant smiled at them with a soft voice, “Your server will be with you both shortly.”

“Thank you,” Sam smiled as Harry opened a seat for her. Her heart beat increased as he looked back her with the tenderness in his eyes.

“I’m Jade, and I’ll be your waitress this afternoon,” Jade smiled at Sam and then turned to Harry. She held her smile there for more than what was necessary. There was a glimpse in her eyes that Jade wanted to get in Harry's pants.

Sam puffed and looked up at her shortly, “Can I have a Pepsi please?”

“Sure,” Jade wrote it down and looked up at, no other than, Harry. “And what will you have?”

She had that look in her eyes again.

“I’ll have the same as my lady here,” Harry looked over at Sam and shared a quick smile.

Jade’s nose cringed at his words but answered anyway. “Okay, I’ll be back with those in a few minutes along with some bread. They are delicious and on the house,” she smiled lastly to Harry and left.

When Jade disappeared, Sam smirked quickly, “You do realize that she wants you right?”

Harry looked confused, “Who?”

“Our waitress.”

Harry scratched the back of his head and leaned forward. She felt an odd pull with his eyes as she leaned herself.

“I didn’t even notice her,” Harry said calmly, “What’s her name again?” He looked solemn. Harry licked his lips which caused Sam to flinch.

They were so perfect. Sam thought.

She snapped back and rolled her eyes. As Sam sat back, she raised one of her eyebrows.

Was he serious?

She shook her head and took a glance around the restaurant. She looked back at his flawless features. Harry cracked a smirk and whispered mostly to herself, “You are the only one I could see right now,” he looked down in her eyes and whispered more slowly, “You are the one.”

That moment, Sam saw right through Harry. She believed every word he has just spoken.