Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. The boy standing across the street couldn't help but notice her. He thought she looked a little curious as to what he was doing just standing on the other side of the street.
He totally forgotten the reason himself. He couldn't wrench his eyes off her no matter how hard he tried.
Her dark brown hair ran down her sides like silk, ending where her waist begins. The crimson red of her gown brought out the tan of her skin, and fit just lovely on her frame. He noticed that she smiled slightly, and waved.
Feeling like the fool that he was, he raised his hand up giving a simblance of a wave. Before he could get the courage to walk across the street to speak to her, she closed the door with a giggle.
The heavenly sounds of her laughter floated across the street to where he was. He closed his eyes, allowing the sound to run over him like water. It was certainly soothing like it. How he wished she would come back to the door and grace him with her presence once more. How he wanted-
"What are you doing?"
The boy jumped, looking at his father. The man wiped sweat from his brow, looking very tired from the moving they were doing. The boy felt blessed that they were moving to this neighborhood.
That he was going to live across the street from an angel.
Even though his father repeated the question several times, the boy didn't hear a word of it. For his angel dressed in red was now looking out of the second floor window.
His father looked over and smiled. "Ah...I see," he chuckled softly. "Do you know her from school?"
"No," the boy muttered.
"Then what about her draws you?"
"I think," he muttered, "She's going to be my wife."