Head Injury

I couldn't stop staring at the man. I'm sure most other girls would have noticed the muscles rippling under his tight magenta shirt, or the longer wavy hair encircling his nicely shaped face.
Me? All I could focus on was the large band aid in the middle of his forehead.

I leaned my chin on my hand, my fork slowly lowering back to my plate as I watched him join the line. What had happened? I idly wondered. Obviously there had to be an injury underneath the bandaid, but I hadn't known a guy to cover injuries to the face in such a fashion. Usually they just left them be. Yet this man had made an effort to cover the inj-- I ducked my head back to my food, a heat rising to my cheeks as I realized he'd been staring back at me. Oops. I flicked my eyes up and down quickly. Now he was staring at me. Foolish. Now I felt foolish. But I hadn't been able to help it. I was curious. Why the large band aid? What had happened?

-Inspiration from People Watching at the Food Court in the Mall today.