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It was a rainy day when I first saw you, playing basketball on the court all alone.
I pouted a little, taking a good look of you. I let my eyebrows converged as I examined your looks.
Pale complexion of skin. Mid length of hair with a well-done undercut— I can't help but noticed how it suited you perfectly. Jaw on the right angle. A very nice pointed nose that crinkles whenever you miss a shot. Height that's definitely just below 6 foot— which didn't even lessen your appeal.
Wait— what? That sounds like a lovesick puppy! The effing— why am I even checking him out?!
That's very odd of me.
I shook my head in silent wonderment.
Get ahold of yourself, Larah!
I should probably head back home... This new guy wasted my time. I can't believe it.
Just when I was about to walk pass the game court— a ball suddenly hit my leg.
My mouth rift open, letting out a silent yelp. I hissed as I looked at my leg that immediately got ruddy.
I stomp my feet in annoyance. I growl as I heard his footsteps coming nearer. He went straight to pick up the ball not a little far from me.
He then looked at me after picking it up— wait let me rephrase that. He looked at my legs— slowly, obviously checking me out.
I gritted my teeth as I held the umbrella tighter.
"Won't you even say sorry?" I spoke.
His eyebrows arched. Turning his eyes at my face— looking so amused.
His lips twitched, plastering an annoying smirk.
"Nice legs," was the only thing he said.