Hooked on A Feeling

"What were you in disagreement about? If you don't mind me asking." He asked politely. He looked into her eyes as she looked into his, beautiful, simply beautiful, her eyes shone as bright and blue as the bay behind them. He on the other hand was never fond of his own eyes. Too dull, like smoke or haze. He would have to tell her what he thought of her eyes eventually, but for now he stuck to the hanging question, and waited for her answer.

"Speech"
'thoughts'