She didn’t like him.
He was cocky and confident and nearing arrogant. He had a swagger to his walk that suggested he knew who he was. He wore black jeans that left little to the imagination and a coral t-shirt. It took a certain confidence for a man to wear pink.
She was terrified that she liked him.
He was terrified to talk to her.
She was quiet yet confident and nearing snobbish. She had a swing to her hips when she walked that suggested she was sure of herself and her looks. She wore a baggy t-shirt that left way too much to the imagination and dark blue jeans. He wanted to know what was beneath that t-shirt.
He wanted to know her.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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