Will you be my hand model?

This is the result of insomnia, and a bad head ache. Let me know what you think. 

I need to focus. I can't spend any more nights watching dumb movies, and the days sleeping. I'm going to be the first person in my family to come back from university, in debt of fourteen thousand pounds and failing my first year. That's what I told myself as I sat in the library, trying absorb the information from the text book about halogenoalkane reactions into my brain. It was while I was reading the same sentence for the third time, and tapping my pen on the side of my book that I heard the chair opposite me being pulled out and someone sitting down. I took no notice of it as I puzzled over what I was reading.

"Hi, do you do modelling?" questioned a extremely sexy voice, that was coming from the person sitting opposite me. I sighed, I mean seriously, here I am trying to make myself focus, I finally open a text book four weeks into the semester, and now I have some idiot thinking he can come and use the oldest lines in the books on me. Maybe if I actually looked like a model this question I could actually understand, but since I'm five-foot-two, a size ten, not a zero, and just average looking, with nothing what so ever remarkable about me. You can't really blame me for sighing in frustration.

"Seriously, is that the line you picked to use on me, look since were in a library, why don't you go find a book that will actually help you on how to speak to the opposite sex, without sounding like a total idiot", I said to him without looking up and frowning down at all the random arrows within the textbook that seemed to claim they made sense. The guy opposite me chuckled quietly, and pushed a business card over my text book so I could read it. 

"Actually it wasn't a line, I'm Adam Long, I'm looking for a hand model, for the photo shoot that's taking place down stairs in the next hour, and you have extremely beautiful hands, just the type were looking for in fact. I mean your fingers are long and elegant. They would be perfect for the engagement rings shoot."

Now he had my attention, I looked up at him slowly just to check if he was being serious. Even sitting down his frame towered over me, and his eyes were simply amazing, the colour was a bright green. I don't think I've ever seen a shade of green such as his. He had broad shoulders the type any girl would dream to run her hands along, and a dimple winked at me on his right cheek, as he gave a lopsided smirk.

"Photo-shoot?" I questioned dumbly. Could I sound any more brain dead. What is wrong with me, I don't ever turn to mush around guys, mainly because I avoid guys like you would avoid a plague, but still this was ridiculous. Pull yourself together woman, besides the way he's looking at you, he expects you to drool over him like every other female probably does, so don't give him the satisfaction. It was with this thought in mind, that I straightened up and arched my eyebrow to indicate he better start talking before I lose interest.  

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