His Last Notes

Him

This crisp Autumn air kissed his uncovered skin, causing the tiny shivers throughout him. He smiled unintentionally and I couldn't help myself,a warm smile slipped across my lips as well. This was the closest I had ever felt to him. He takes walks almost everyday here, strolling across the unpopular parts of town. He shot a glance my way and I quickly hid. I imagine that he didn't see me, his eyes darted to the ground again. With the most graceful movements he slides off the ground and looks around one last time.

With two simple strides he is out of my sight. I dart away like a little girl, grasping my camera case. I take a moment to cherish the memory I have of him, and walk away with a feeling of security. He's quite a gorgeous man. The pale shade of hazel shields his eyes. He's quite relaxed, posture straight as a needle, broad shoulders and slim waist. Muscular calves and slim thighs, a thick coat of dark brown hair sits on his head. His fashion sense looks like it comes out of a magazine however he adds his little perks to it.

He's a lady's man and always searches for someway to make himself more a gentleman.

It sounds like he has women just drooling over him. However he is lower class and the ladies of Manhattan are only interested in men with money. I don't see how women can overlook a man with such beauty. But, I guess that leaves more of him to myself.

I had first come across this fine man at a gas station, about three months ago,he was an employee sweeping the floors around the store. I was deciding what drink I was going to buy when he passed by me. "Excuse me, miss." He said politely. His voice was very soft and he didn't seem too confident in himself. Now that I think about it, something seemed off about his usual personality that day.

As I walk back to my apartment, I am greeted by a lovely-looking old woman who looks as if she has a very important place to attend. "Miss, oh excuse me miss!" She says as she pulls on my shirt. "Yes, what is it?" I reply, a little panicked by her movement. "It seems that no taxi will pick me up, could you help me?!" She says with worry in her voice. "I am very late for something." With no words I walk to the edge of the sidewalk and flail my arms to signal the on coming taxi. It pulls over quickly, and the window rolls down. "Hey foxy,where to?" The cab driver says as he gives me a wink. I can feel the cringe on my face as I half smile and laugh awkwardly. "Actually,this kind lady would like a ride." I say as I walk her to the cab.The cab driver gives her a dirty look as she climbs in, taking off. I stand there as the cab drives off. "Foxy?" I say to myself as I walk off in the opposite direction.

The sun was starting to set and the street lights began illuminating corners, the breeze picked up and the temperature dropped. I had light clothes on and it was starting to get chilly, so I rushed back to my apartment.