Castles Made of Sand by Breezy

Observations

            Everyday she bought an Arizona iced tea and a butter finger. She always opened her butter finger first, stripping away the chocolate with her teeth before taking a bite. She never drank straight from the can; she always used a straw and bit the tops of them even though she grimaced at others who did it.

            It was the little things like that. Not the way her hair curled or that sleepy look in her eyes sometimes. It was the way he could look at her and find something new, something utterly interesting about her each time he glanced her way. It was the way she scraped off the leftover bits of her nail polish, the way she spun quarters, the way she ate butter fingers.

 These were the things that made her special.