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Today. I met a man, with the greenest of eyes. His skin was tanned, leathery, most likely from the work he does outside. His hair, messed up spikes of chocolaty brown. Standing behind me at the bagel shop. I placed my order, then returned to line. The man looked right at me, eyes locked on mine, ”Your tattoo is amazing. I didn’t notice it before.” I was shocked. Not by what he said, but by his eyes. Bright, electrifying green. Like someone turned up the contrast, and was able to make them glow. A true mutation indeed. Breathtaking how they stood out from his skin, how they captivated you. But it wasn’t just their color, it was their nature. How inviting they were. How kind, and gentle their expression was. ”Thank you,” I replied, smiling. As I retrieved my bagel from the cashier, I could feel his eyes on me. From the corner of my eye, I saw him smile. ”Take care,” he said, as I opened the glass door. I tried to take in one last glimpse of his eyes. Bright, glowing green.