He looks down at the floor when he walks. He never smiles. Or at least I have never seen even a smirk. When I make eye contact with him we connect for a moment, the dark eyes that can pierce the soul, the mystery of someone who’s eyes reveal beauty within, turns back to look down at the floor. Redness graces his cheeks. I want to know him. Why does he not smile, and why does he look at the floor? When he walks he lets others past right in front of him. Does he not realize he’s important? His hands are never shown. What are you hiding? His hair is neatly combed over and placed the same way almost everyday. What do you care about? His walk is confident, strong, but mi amor why do you look at the floor when you walk?