<<I found a prompt about this and immediately fell in love with the idea. I don't want to put a picture up, for it would spoil the story, but I may make another update with prompts, in which I would include this one. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!>>

He was perfect.

She was drawn to everything about him; his vibrant, electric blue eyes, pale blonde hair, surfer-tan skin, apparent cheekbones and dimples, and lips sealed in a perfect line, hiding the secrets he saw in the world.

Zoe Nightingale had been watching him from a distance, always too cautious to get too close. She knew all his nervous ticks, all his “tells”, all his secrets - at least, she believed she did. She knew he was quiet; he was never one to speak up for himself, but always there for others who faced oppression. He hid behind his bangs when embarrassed or upset. When he was angry, he stood as still as a brick house, not daring to move a muscle. When he was happy, he had a soft, gentle smile plastered on his face, eyes lit up like a fireplace on Christmas morning. When he was determined, there was a fierceness in him, a red fire behind his blue orbs. He held a slight, confident smirk, ready to take on anything. In truth, Zoe probably knew him better than he knew himself.

She remembered the first day she ever saw him, that odd June evening at exaclty 9:03pm. It had been a slow day; Zoe just graduated from the Academy, yet could not find a job that fit her right. Frustrated, she had decided to take a breather on the roof of the nearest restaurant. No one ever came up there anymore, so she knew she would be alone. Perfect atmosphere for thinking; that day, however, it was not working. No matter how many songs she listened to or cars she watched run red lights (which was a surprisingly substantial amount for the area), Zoe could not decide what to do. Where was she to go? The academy was supposed to prepare them for moments like these; they were trained to be able to tune out the  chaos of the world and focus soley on their job. However, Zoe had one slight issue. She had no job. How was she to focus on something that did not exist?

Zoe was about to give up, put seven years of preparation to waste, throw her life away, when she saw him. She was instantly enthralled with his appearance. Even from the restaurant rooftop, his vivid orbs seemed to lock onto her dark green ones. After a moment's pause, he returned his gaze to a decent sized book perched on the bench railing  where he had sat idly for exactly two hours more. His impeccable timing had Zoe quite curios, as she continued to follow her new found interest throughout the city for the day from the safety of other rooftops. This is him, she thought. He was the one. This man might be whom she had been waiting for. Her accusations were correct, as she realized that he really was perfect for her. He was exactly what Zoe needed.

Now, just five week later, she stood about half a mile off, looking over at him through the window. Smiling, she was proud of her decision just a few weeks ago to go to her usual “breather spot". It never failed her. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have met him. It was destiny, some may say, or “at at first sight", for Zoe knew from the moment she saw him that the pale blonde haired, blue-eyed, surfer tanned boy would be the first person she would ever kill.