She had her head tilted all the way up. The gentle breeze swayed her sleeves back and forth against her body.
"It would be better if the lights were off," she said to no one, or maybe the air, or even the stars.
The stars shone brightly on that night. They were a couple miles from the city, so only the dimmest stars weren't visible. It was a sight to cherish. Her eyes were focused and yet distant. Could I ever hope to see the stars the way she did?
 
I was hypnotized by the way she looked at them. It was as if nothing else existed. I had seen her look at things this way before. She could see things that I couldn't, that's what I believed. I loved to watch her when she was that way. I would get lost in my thought of what she sees. Maybe I could see it too if I look hard enough, or maybe I was looking too hard.
I shifted my eyes to the sky. They're beautiful, the stars. They look different with each moment that passes. Is this what she has been seeing all along?
 
This time I started the conversation, if you can call it that. "Do you like the night sky?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It helps me draw."
I left it at that. It was beautiful outside. A breeze passed through the slightly warm air to relax us. I wondered if she liked that breeze. Ever since I met her I stopped treating anything as if it wasn't unique. I wondered, will I ever meet another like her?