rachael

tonight i'll talk about a girl. mind you, i don't know her, and i don't think i'll ever do - as a matter of fact, i don't think i'll ever see her again. but i noticed her, of course i noticed her, the whole world faded out of existence during the movie break when me and her were smoking outside. she was staring at the street, apparently unaware of everything. she had a thin face with expressive dark eyes - she was not exactly the prettiest or the hottest girl on earth. her hair was dark as well, reaching her shoulders and framing her face and neck perfectly. she was wearing a black overcoat, a knee-lenght pleated skirt and simple boots. she seemed distant, cold even, while staring outside - and she had this remarkable way of holding her cigarrette and puffing out the smoke. she wasn't obviously pretty, or sexy - but her face and her figure had a beauty of her own, an uniqueness that truly fascinated me; the way she was dressed and the way she moved had an elegance as i had never seen before. 

she reminded me of someone. someone from a movie. rachael, from blade runner. somehow, she made me think of her.