Stanziliëri

Sometimes, when reading a book, they speak about the fire in one's eyes. It could be anger, or love, or ambition. But what does it look like? Today I finally received the answer to that burning question, when a decent looking headscarfed Muslim girl sat down opposite me in the train and looked me in the eyes. I guess she was Moroccan, but that doesn't really matter. The thing is that her eyes were alight. Like little flames dancing in her dark irises and pupils. I don't know which emotion was attached to it. She seemed loving or caring. Anyway, the fact remains I was like 'WOW. Those eyes... They're on fire!'
I'm happy to know it actually does exist :-)