Short description
it's all about love and it's charisma
It was a glorious, colorful autumn.
We’d just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, he stared at me and pulled me inside, saying, “you , are damm beautiful...
I don’t like coffee. I never had. But when he handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.
My hand still tingled where he grabbed it.
As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. he pulled out an umbrella from his bag,
“Don’t be silly,” he smiled, pulling me under the umbrella with him. I couldn’t help but laugh too, his laugh is infectious.
As the sun started to shine again, he pulled me down to sit on a bench. He beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.
“So Ava…” he began. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous.
“Who do you like?” he whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re gorgeous and sweet and funny and…’
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.
He looked at me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”
“Okay.” I said.
“The person I like… …is you.”
I drop my drink!!! Oops
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H.B Technical
very awsome
on October 10, 2020