She was sitting at the table of the local cafe, wearing a cardinal dress that perfectly matched her strawberry-shaped earrings.
My eyes connected with hers as she looked right at me with a smile.
She then wiggled her dainty finger towards me, beckoning me to come closer.
No matter where I am, this girl is always there.
She is in my school, in the hallway, in my class, on the train, everywhere.
So many people liked her, including my teachers, and I can't help but wonder why?
My body felt like it was being pulled by her finger, it desired her, craved her, wanted to be near her.
I awkwardly reached the table, finally broken from her spell.
Then she looked up at me, and out of her fruity-scented lips came a "Hello".
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Starbucks Series
Short Story"Starbucks Series", is an idea I got from the "Fruit Series" story by Opal Palmer Adisa, as she split the story into little mini short stories about certain types of fruit like naseberry and mango, and personifying them as women, and help give the s...
