He looked at her, scratching her underlip with a fingernail. She looked in one of those magazines with dresses inside. From what he could tell, she was more stunning than any of the models she looked at on the pictures. So why did she continuously leaf through the magazine, reading the little texts on the pages, as if she memorized the content inside. His chest kind of exploded a little, leaving a vacuum he didn`t quite know how to handle. Was it anything he could do to get her attention – in the right way? He noticed how he looked at her chest – not her boobs, but her chest, how it moved and floated with her breath. At least he could breathe with her.