The snowflake landed on her nose. All I wanted to do at that point was flick it off.
I knew it was going to drive me crazy, watching it balance effortlessly on the tip of her nose like that. With no wind to speak of, I knew it wasn’t going to move on its own either. I couldn’t walk up and breathe on her face to melt it... I’d probably get punched. Trying to covertly blow it off would be a high risk, high reward maneuver. What could I do?
I suppose I could stop looking at it; that might be the best solution.
No, it was too late. I couldn’t help but stare. It was all I could focus on. It was gigantic too! How did she not notice it? I could practically feel it on my own nose. The cold, wet, melting sensation, expanding almost imperceptibly, was making me twitch as I stood there staring.
Wipe it off! I thought. It was slowly melting into a small bead of water, still big enough to annoy me, but weightless enough to hang frustratingly off the tip of her nose for God knows how much longer.
My mind was stirring itself into a frenzy. How does that not bug you!? Wipe the *%#&ing thing off!!!
She must have somehow heard me losing my mind. Her head spun toward me, the momentum flinging the drop of water off her nose and in my direction. It splashed against my forehead, causing me to wipe the sleeve of my shirt across my face. I immediately felt my heartrate begin to slow down when I noticed her nose again. The satisfaction of seeing her bare skin, free of any lingering remnants of the wayward snowflake, was palpable.
My gaze scanned upward and focused on her eyes, and I noticed her staring at me. “Excuse me?” she asked.
“Yeah?” I replied.
She pointed at me. “You have a little drop of water there on your forehead. It’s kind of annoying. Could you wipe it off please?”
Oh my god I thought. Who is this girl? I have to have her!