They are all behind me now, I have never looked with the eyes of love upon another woman.

She looks at me with a real mean look on her face.

She looked better with her real hair color, he thought.

He was looking at me with his head to one side.

He looked at the man and the woman with him.

He looked at her again with a question on his face.

But the young men looked at her with all their eyes.

She looked around, with more attention than when he'd come in.

She was looking at me with a special kind of interest now.

He looked at her with his head on one side.