You looked up at me, and for the first time I noticed the depths of your dark brown eyes.

They were magnetizing. Like black holes. 

I stood frozen at the window of my spaceship from afar. I thought I was a safe distance away from you, but then by only your direct eye contact, you started to pull me in. 

The event horizons of your eyes sharpened. Space-time began to stretch out further and further, sucking out all other noises like a vacuum. The perfect circles of your eyes started to look more and more like black disks surrounded by a rim of soft light.

And as you spoke with me, I tried to keep my spaceship steady. It was merely small talk, but I cannot imagine if it was more. It only lasted for two minutes before your friend called you over, but now your black holes for eyes are forever etched into my memory.