There eyes

Subtle glances from across the room in a hall full of unfamiliar faces, wondering eyes that follow you. Hush tones of floating conversation about world news and earthly things, all things that have no matter to me. But these continuation of glances and stairs do trouble me so, I made my way though the thicket of the crowd to, confront these gazers and glancer's. ' What I say are you looking at'? I said to a tall man. the man said, ' Nothing....just wondering how to say hello to you.' I stopped and studied the man and said ' Next time don't hesitate to speak to me, I'm not a painting to be staired at or glared upon, I am a human being like you'. The man smirked as you looked down and replied ' You should be in a painting, for you are more beautiful then the Mona Lisa she self. ' Thank you.' I said as I blushed, the man was charming and made the once boarding, frustrating night more enjoyable.