[Statistically speaking, there are millions of red haired people on the planet Earth. He knows Wanda's silhouette like the back of his own hand, like the band of gold that twinkles around his finger, but it can't be her...
She turns around and looks up at him and his breath catches, a strange ache stretching through his entire body, fizzing from his chest out to his fingers and toes. He's seconds away from a hardware malfunction.
His lips ache to kiss her, as if they hadn't just parted. Instead he stands there, mouth agape, as he brings his hand to her cheek.]
Pretend he stopped at "Excuse me"
She turns around and looks up at him and his breath catches, a strange ache stretching through his entire body, fizzing from his chest out to his fingers and toes. He's seconds away from a hardware malfunction.
His lips ache to kiss her, as if they hadn't just parted. Instead he stands there, mouth agape, as he brings his hand to her cheek.]
Hello, my love.