'This is it!' You say to yourself, searching through town for the mysterious boy. Eventually, you see him coming out of a library. You march over to him. His piercing blue eyes stare into your soul. "I know you." He says, his smooth, hoarse voice says. "You're that girl that keeps running off. What, you scared of me or something?" Your throat seizes up, but you're determined to hole a conversation with this incredibly and increasingly frustrating individual. "Yes- Er, no, I'm not scared of you!" You say, trying to defend yourself. "Ah, mademoiselle. You can't fool me. Maybe you weren't scared, per se, but, ah... Infatuated? Flustered?" He says. You nervously nod, taken by complete surprise at how easily he saw through you. He smiles, such a charming smile. "ah, well, you're here now, mademoiselle. Come, can I take you to coffee?"
Google, thank you Sorry for the lack of color. I still don't have a mouse, but I was determined to get the next part out finally.
