Flame

None oblivious to her crimson colored hair and black smeared raccoon eyes.
Oddly, beautiful and breathtaking.
He could only stare; her clothes resembled funerals attire.
None sneered or stared at this girl who stood out from the rest.
She was rather quiet from his perspective.
She turned her head abruptly meeting his stricken face.
Caught, red handed
Like a small child caught, hands inside the cookie jar
Her eyes were intense, and calculating.
Mesmerizing
He looked away quickly, embarrasment staining his tan cheeks.