I watch her. He watches her and I watch them.
Me, I watch because I'm a people watcher.
Them, well...
I've been watching them for a long time.
I enjoy watching her, but I enjoy more, watching him watch her.
There's just something about her.
It's something I can only describe as a siren's call.
She drew him in,
Lured him like those women in the ancient legends I know so well.
We all love her.
To me she's a sister
For him, well It's a love more deep.
For her as well
Do siren calls work both ways?
The End