It had to be the most intricate, delicate sand castle I'd ever seen. It was a masterpiece of geometry and physics. It was art, simple as that. It was strange though, just plonked on the beach in the middle of nowhere. I thought no one else came here during winter. The girl building was short, but thin. Her movements were jagged, sharp, but pricise. Just like her eyes. She was deathly pale, and had short black hair tied back. She glared at the castle as she crafted it. How could she be so angry at something so beautiful? I decided to approach with caution.
Her face slacked and her eyes widened as she saw me.
'You've built a marvelous sand castle there.' I said.
I seemed to have pricked her anguish. 'It's not finished. It's awful.'
'It looks pretty finished to me. If I were you, I'd show this to the entire world.'
'No.' She shook her head, and continued to glare at it. 'The world has better things to look at.'
'Uh. Well, just let it be then. Even if it's not your best, it's finished. Can I buy you some coffee? It's cold out here.'
She took my hand and pulled herself up. She gave a tight, reluctant grin.
'I'm Amelie.' She said. She motioned for me to step back, and she flattened the castle with her foot.
Since that day, 6 months ago, everything has changed.
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He's unbridled confidence. Every step certain. Every movment natural. He's full of airs, but I guess he has a right to be. His name is Evan, and he's smart, and handsome, and has lovely dark skin but blue eyes. Also, he's mine.
6 months ago, he took me out for coffee.
'You must get lots of girls fawning after you.' I said, rather harshly. If he hadn't offered to buy me coffee I would have told him to piss off a while ago. He irritated me a lot. I found him nosy, and insolent, and pretentious; but the worst was that he wasn't even aware of how annoying he was.
'I do.'
'You don't have a girlfriend?'
'Girls don't interest me much.' he said, face blank. What a prick.
'But you're interested in me?'
'In your art, actually.'
'Ouch.' I mock-smiled. It still stung, hearing that from someone like him.
He leaned forward a little, as if curious. His face remained blank.
'Would you let me take you to dinner?' he asked.
'If it's somewhere nice.' I smirked, stood up, and tried to stare his big ego down a little. I wrote my number on a napkin and left.
