She smelled faintly of lemons, as if she shampooed her hair with dish soap. Her hair was the exact color of an over ripe pomegranate; dark red, almost purple. It was very thick and fell past her shoulders framing a pale oval face on the way. Her lips were thin but shapely, her hands looked dry with long tapered fingers. Swaying gently with the bus’s movements, Felix observed her from the corner of his eye.
He wasn't some random pervert stalking girls sitting across from him on the buss. Well, he wasn't a pervert anyways. This was serious. This was proving to Gwen that he was right.
In a hushed voice, Gwen whispered, "Her? She looks like every other teenage delinquent out there."
"Trust me. She's the source now just shut up for once and watch. She can't do anything for more than five minutes normally." He hissed in return.
"It's been like six hours!" She glared at the girl.
Felix ignored her and looked too. The girl, Roma, as her friend had been calling her, was watching him too with smokey grey eyes. She was suspicious. Fumbling with the fraying black ribbon which laced through the eyelets at the front of her shirt, she elbowed the boy next to her, "Ben, this is our stop."
Grumbling, he brushed the nut brown hair from his face to rub the grogginess out of his twinkling black eyes. The shirt he wore had a faded Foo Fighters logo on it and several holes at the hem.
When they got off, Felix and Gwen followed.

The swing's dance with the wind was like the swaying of a hypnotist's pendulum. The park was deserted, the families inside for supper. Roma and Ben strode through the field.