That George Street boy

George Street. The place to be any weekend, anyone who is anyone was here. That’s where I first saw him, he looked up at me with those bright green eyes and I could swear he could see my soul. I was no longer on earth I was floating. He was smirking at me now and that way the melted my heart it was almost as though we could tell what I was thinking.
Who was this boy? Where has he come from? And why, why can I not stop thinking of him?