A day in the life of Sally Jenkins

Lacoste

Luke was a tall teenager who was big but not fat. His muscles bulged out of his Lacoste T-shirt as he hopped out of a car a young but not old man was driving. He wore his t-shirt with a tight pair a black stonewashed jeans, a denim jacket (with a wooly collar. Typical Welsh boy) and a pair of Nike trainers. Not running trainers, but fashion trainers that were also suitable to use for light jogs. They were black, with a luminous nike logo on the side. Black Nike fashion but also running trainers with no bow.
Similar to most teenagers yet different.

He must have noticed me staring at him that he starts to walk over.
Oh crap. Where's my paper bag.

" Hi," he says in a husky voice. He doesn't sound that welsh. " You must Sally" He extends a hand and I take it tentatively. Quite gentlemanly for a hot guy.
" Sally Jenkins, at your service. You must be Luke." I pause, thinking what to say. "Hi"
I stand there for what seems like hours until I realise I still haven't let go of his hand. I step back " Sorry..."
" No, don't worry. I was just examining your eyes."
Oh holy Jesus. What did he just say.
"Anyway, I better see you later." He looks away to avoid the awkwardness in the air.
"Oh, okay then." I turn but he stops me with his hand on my shoulder.
"Just one last thing." He says, slightly quieter than the rest of our conversation
"Yes"
"Is it true you have a pet pig?" His brows were furrowed and he looked confused.
"I'm afraid so. " Oh crap. And it was going so well.
His face lights up.
"Oh my gosh! That's awesome! I have sheep, being Welsh," he winks and grins. " Nice meeting you Sally Jenkins." He winks again and walks away: his hands in his pockets, his collar up, Cheshire grin on .
I watch him walk away as I go over our first encounter with each other.

I have always been conscious about myself, especially my eyes. They are bluey - grey partnered with long eyelashes. People may think that there is no problem but there is. There is to me. My eyelashes don't seem that long but they are. They are practically half black, half blonde. Another example of my need for normalness. But when Luke commented his examination of them, he didn't sound repulsed or wierded out. He sounded intrigued.
Maybe, just maybe .....
No what on earth are you on about. How can anything remotely interesting happen to you which includes a boy.
You're right, brain.
Sally Jenkins impressing a boy just doesn't happen .