Lusvious

ғɪᴠᴇ : ʙᴏᴜᴛɪǫᴜᴇ

Sitting in the lecture hall she couldn't wait to get to the boutique in hope to get away from the memory from the café yesterday. She had never been so offended but at the same time kinda flattered in her life.

She wasn't an idiot she understood what he said but, why would he say that. For the first that is rude to say and for the second if he wanted to flatter her he could have done it in hundreds if other was and for the third if he just wanted a taste of a woman he could get any woman and much prettier then herself.
Women literally fall for him wherever he goes.

The lessons she had today were mostly just reading what different students had written on their texts about different brands. One of them being Wilmas, the fun in the thing is that the students gets to give comments and credit to the texts being a blind reader
Not knowing who the writer was.

Many of the students had given Wilma comments about how good she used her words and how the descriptions painted up pictures.
At least she is creative with her writing.

Going through some more texts the lesson soon ended and Wilma packed her bag and made her way out of the college and over to her bike she had parked with the others.

Putting down her bag she does not find her keys. Getting a small panic attack she empties her bag on the street, not finding her keys she gets to sense that she gave them to Kate earlier in the morning.

Without keys she will not be able to lock up her bike so she started walking, taking the subway is for lazy people.

Then from nowhere a thick cloud takes place in the sky over her. Looking up she sees that it is a rain cloud that will burst in any second.

"You gotta be kidding me" she frowns at her appearance. Her okey mood decepears as the first rain drop lands on her nose. Taking up her speed, she starts walking against buildings to hide from the pouring rain.

But when the rain gets to the point that she has to stand under a balcony to keep her from getting drowned. She pressed her back on the hard stone building she had taken advantage of.

Her clothes were soaked all the way into her underwear and she was freezing but she had no choice then to be that.

After about ten minutes of hard rain it does not seem to stop. A black car pulls up by where she stands. It was the car she had seen standing outside the cafe yesterday. When the window then rolls down a face appears known as Steve Rogers.

"I thought it was you" he says looking at her then continuing " Well don't you seem a little bit wet Wilma?" A smirk appears on his face almost wanting to scroll him for talking about her that way. "Do you want a ride to where you are headed?"

She just looks at him for a second to try to find if there is a joke or if he is serious about giving her a ride. Finding nothing that says that he is playing with her she hesitantly nodes her head at him.

If he was about to kidnapp her it would be dumb of him because their are eyes everyone and most of tgem are pointed at him ir more his expensive car he is riding around in. So if he decides to kidnap her they would quickly find her.

"Well hop in then and tell me where we are headed" he says unlooking his car for her to run to the door and hop into the passenger side.

Taking rate to get to the car she duckes for the rain and sprints to the door. When she had satten down he gave her a towel to dry her face. When the face is dry she looks around in the car. It even looked expensive on the inside. For not being a car freak or liker/lover she is impressed by the car. The seats are dressed in dark brown leather with small details in light orange brown leather. Forgetting she is in a stranger's car she keeps looking until she gets eye contact with the driver. Who still has a smirk planted on his face.