His eyes kept glancing at her, all white and watery. his lips were wet from being continuously licked and his hands were held together in unceremonious fashion. his toes were curled so tight that blood was not running through them. his stomach was tied in a knot and he just stood there in a motionless state. she was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen.
she in turn just stood there, a beautiful black number with Asian eyes but an Italian feel. it was easy to see why she appealed to him because she stood out from all her competition. she was silent but it felt like she had done all the talking she needed to.
it was love at first sight. she was clearly made for 2, anything above that and what they had would not be a relationship.
a deep voice suddenly awoke him from his pleasant dream, he took another glance at the black lamborghini on display and realised he could not afford it. so much for happiness.
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