The flirty banter that had worked for me for years didn’t work on her. Not at all. In fact, it’s safe to say that it turned her off. I was starting to think she hated me, so I knew I had to do something fast. There was something about her. Something special. I didn’t want to screw up my chance. And I knew that Romeo was my one chance. My only hope of making Piper mine. After that night in the parking lot, I knew it even more. The passion she felt for the play was evident in her eyes as she spoke. They shone under the dim lighting of the sky, sparkling. I’d never really understood that phrase before. I mean, didn’t eyes always sparkle when light caught them? I figured it was because of all the moisture. But when Piper told me how much playing Juliet meant to her, I saw what people meant by sparkle. It wasn’t a physical sparkle so much as an intensity. And that’s why I decided to make a change.
